My Monroe Moment

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?

 

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About Angela Schroeder

Angela Schroeder is a single mother of three. She was born and raised in Iowa in a river town known for its pearl buttons. Having four siblings, she never lacked for someone to play with. As she grew older, she found herself pulled into books and writing more and more. Her parents are her heroes, her siblings her confidants and tormentors, and her children are a wonderful blessing. Church is important to her children and her. They enjoy the friendships they’ve made with the people there. Writing has always been a passion. Her first experience was in fifth grade when she went to a one-day writing conference. After that she knew it was something she wanted to pursue.
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5 Responses to My Monroe Moment

  1. jeff7salter says:

    LOL. this reminds me of the time George H.W. Bush — while campaigning for Pres. (but I can’t recall which time — prob. 1988) — came through Shreveport LA. Among a herd of Secret Service agents, I was on the south lawn of the courthouse to wait for Bush’s appearance. Out came some local dignitaries, along with the reigning Miss Louisiana — can’t recall her name. Just as she stepped out onto that smallish porch, a breeze swooped in and fluffed her dress up over her head.
    I don’t know if the numerous photographers present got that on film, but it would’ve been quite a sight.
    When Bush finally emerged, seconds later, he said nothing about it.

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  2. Patricia Kiyono says:

    I feel your pain – but I am so envious that you were able to wear something of your grandmother’s. The 50s had some beautiful fashions. My mother kept a lot of her pretty skirts and dresses from that time, but I was never able to wear them because I’m a lot bulkier than she ever was.

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  3. What a wonderfully uplifting story about your grandmother’s dress…no pun intended(!), but now that it’s done, it is funny! Bless your heart!

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