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?
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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Lol That would have been horrible.
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she was obviously embarrassed, but she recovered gracefully
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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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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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