This weeks topic threw me for a bit. I couldn’t recall many wardrobe mishaps with any details. When I was a kid I ripped my jeans on a nail. But since it happened on my font porch there was not a lot of embarrassment. After much thought I finally recalled my Monroe Moment.
After my grandma passed away I kept one of her dresses. It was a beautiful dark blue dress with tiny white polka dots. I put it in my closet and left it there for years. As a twelve year old girl I didn’t appreciate the simple beauty of this garment. After my youngest child was born I was searching for a new dress to wear to church. My mom reminded me of this dress that she still had at her house. I was happy to see that it fit perfectly. I remember my grandma as always having the most beautiful dresses, they reminded me of something that would have been worn in the 50s and I suppose some of them had been. There was one dress I had borrowed for a 50s dance and my grandma said she had worn it in that decade.
The following Sunday I curled my hair and slipped into the dress. I felt beautiful. The kids and I walked to the parking lot. The wind picked up a bit as we reached our car. I drove to the grocery store to pick up a few things before church. As I exited my vehicle another gust of wind came blowing up the skirt of the dress just as several cars drove by. Quickly, I thrust the skirt down and held it down as I walked hurriedly into the store. My cheeks were tinted pink for a good amount of time that morning.
The skirt of that dress was so light and flowy that I ended up wearing leggings with it every time I wore it. The slightest breeze seemed to make it go flying.
Have you ever had an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction?