Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Improper Poll: Flashes of Non-Brilliance

In honor of college starting, I can’t help but think of the time I walked clear across a college campus with my blouse unbuttoned. As in, seriously unbuttoned. I don’t know which is worse—the fact that I didn’t detect the breeze, or the fact that my flashing attracted so little attention that I didn’t notice until I got home.

Have you experienced any wardrobe malofunctions?


  1. Yes, of course. One time I was in line to register for a college class. It was summer, and I was the only 40-something; the rest were 18-21.

    My half-slip, which was old, had chosen that exact moment to lose all of its elastic hold, and down it slipped.

    I tried to keep it in place, by clutching my purse and a notebook against my thighs, but it was in vain. It managed to elude my grip, and continued downward. I eventually let it fall, quickly stepped out of it, and wadded it up and shoved it in my purse.

    Of course, none of the young, fresh-faced collegiates noticed. At least I hope not...

  2. I once got through half a day at work (including meetings and a client tour of our facility) with my shirt backwards and inside out. I couldn't believe no one told me! The only other thing I remember is getting halfway to the office before realizing I was still in my slippers. *sigh* I had to drive all the way back home for shoes.

  3. LOL, seriously, LOL!! I'm not even going to try and top that one but hey, aren't today's fashion mistakes tomorrows fashion? Just saying...

    When are you going to get an email attached here so I can respond to your lovely comments left on my blog?! I know you are not THAT shy!! :)
    Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

  4. No, not really. Unless you count that chartreuse pair of stirrup pants in third grade. Back in the day, girls were not allowed to wear pants unless they were under a dress or skirt. So that ensemble only saw the light of day in the dead of winter, probably under a denim, pleated skirt, Lane Bryant number.

    In the olden days, there was no staying in for recess unless a tornado was a-comin'. During my fevered tag competition, I tripped. Ripped the knee of my polyester stirrups, except the part that melted due to friction and was ground into my open wound.

    The nurse made me pull my pants down to cover it with an acre of gauze. For some reason that mattered, even though I still had on my dress. There was no calling home for spare clothes back then. My mom went to college in Cape Girardeau to get her teaching degree. My grandma worked. My dad was out climbing poles for Ma Bell.

    I wore the bloody pants the rest of the day. Did you know that blood freezes when you go outside in the winter? I had to walk like I was rockin' a pegleg, because the leg of those pants was so stiff.

    You have given me an idea about another sort-of wardrobe failure. I'll try to put that on my blog this week.

  5. When I was breast feeding, I got so used to having my shirt open that I would forget!

  6. This isn't a wardrobe malfunction, but I was sitting in class one day, looked down, and happened to notice that I had only shaved one leg. Who does that, I ask you?? Who?

  7. I walked around all day at work and in a fancy smancy mall only to look in the mirror and see two huge oil like spots on my behind. Guess no one wanted to admit that they were looking at my booty :-) - although that doesn't seem like anything compared to the others LOL

  8. Have I mentioned lately how much I enjoy your stories??! :D


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