My Worst Wardrobe Malfunction-What's Yours?
My Most Embarrassing Wardrobe Malfunction
What has been your worst wardrobe malfunction? What was the most embarrassing fashion moment you have had so far? I will tell you about mine, and hopefully, how to avoid this happening to you at some point!
One day, my husband and I needed to go by our bank. It was a situation where one of us needed to go in, and he got elected. Next door to the bank was an empty building, but it had several paintings displayed in the windows for sale, done by one of our local artists. Being an artist myself, I decided to stay outside and was strolling up and down the sidewalk, bending over and examining the paintings up close, then stepping back a few feet to do the same thing. This went on for about 20 minutes. Then, while I was bent over, looking at one of the paintings through the window, a man came walking out of the bank, talking on his cell phone. I overheard some of his conversation, and then he suddenly told the person he was talking to that he would call him back in a minute and got off his phone. He stood there looking at me for a minute (I could see his reflection in the glass of the building windows) and then started walking my way. I thought, "What does HE want?", since I don't get approached by men very often any more. All kinds of thoughts were running through my mind, some rather flattering to myself, and then he said, "Ma'am, I don't know how to tell you this, but, uh, you have a bit of a problem with the seat of your jeans".
I immediately whipped my hand around to my rear, and to my horror, I didn't just have a problem, I had a DISASTER! The seat of my favorite, obviously well worn jeans had ripped from the bottom of the waistband all the way down to my crotch! To make matters even worse, I had "gone commando" (no panties) that day, to avoid panty lines.... Needless to say, I had been putting on quite a SHOW, literally, and not even had a clue. I'm sure he and anyone else around got an eyeful before clueing me in! Anyway, I turned about three shades of red and stammered something about being sorry I had flashed him, but thanks for letting me know, all while trying to cover my ass and back my way to the car so I could hide in shame. He told me it was certainly no problem as far as HE was concerned, but thought I might want to know. Jeeze!
I made it back to the safety of my car, and a few minutes later my husband came out of the bank and got in the car. I was sitting there in silence and finally he said, "What's wrong with you?". Finally I told him and he laughed all the way home, until he literally had tears rolling. I briefly considered murder, and then it hit me how funny it really was and I laugh about it still to this day.
So, what's your worst wardrobe malfunction? Let me know and we can laugh together!