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13 comments:
I'm so sorry for your embarrassing moment, but forgive me if I have a good laugh! What a picture it must have been! You're really a good sport to show it to us.
Hi Caroline... It is a strength of character to be able to tell stories such as this about one's self... :)
Like Bobbie, forgive me if I smiled when I read it... :)
How mortifying! Add me to the group getting a quiet chuckle out of it, though. Thanks for the great post!
Thank you for sharing your confession with us. I'm joining the others in finding it amusing - but also I'm blushing in solidarity with you! What a great post.
Oh my! Brave of you to share such a moment. I can't imagine what it was like having to draw that out. Fortunately you can rest assured that we ALL have such moments. ;)
I'm sorry to laugh, Caroline, but you described this so well. It has actually happened to me. One day the elastic in my peasant skirt just went and whoosh - it was around my ankles. An embarrassing moment we can all relate to. LOL.
Oh, my! I've had something similar happen with a pair of "laundry day", worn elastic undies.
Ha!
Something like this has happened to almost all of us. I remember striding confidently out of the ladies' room of a fine restaurant, proudly conscious of my nice suit and not noticing until much later the long strip of toilet paper attached to a boot...also, maybe this won't be much of a comfort, but in Mary Pickford's autobiography she describes a mishap like yours. She happened to be at a dinner party in England with duchesses and earls. Under her evening gown she was wearing a silky undergarment which attached with buttons to its top. It turned out the pants were hanging by a thread.She walked right out of them, had a moment of stunned horror, than retrieved the garment with dignity and put it in her handbag with her head high. Of course no one at the party referred to it--this was England, after all!
There's a dog at the dog park we frequent who has learned (don't ask me how) to yank his owner's pants off with one swoop. Why his owner continues to wear elastic waist pants to the dog park, I can't begin to imagine. But when I saw it happen it was really hard not to laugh right out loud. Even though I try to be a nice person.
OH NO!!!! Sincere hugs! I'm reminded of the day in junior high when I was walking to the store with friends and a knee sock inched out of the leg of my slacks where static electricity from the clothes dryer had put it. Aaaugh! It was odd to pick up the sock and stuff it in my purse. It was a good laugh then and now but I imagine my face was red then. :D
Great pictures with your story!
Caroline,
I'm so glad you are back. Sorry about your skirt and thank you for a great laugh!
Mary
In our old dance group we referred to such events as "costume failures."
I can't tell you how much I have missed posts like these. I'm sending you a hug through the internets. I hope you get it.
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