OK, so I was eight months pregnant. I had on a darling green mini-dress (what was I thinking???) that I had made myself. I had embroidered little flowers all over it. I was wearing nylons, held up by a garter belt (no panty hose in those days!) which slipped down and sat under my belly. I was walking home from work and I could feel it falling lower and lower.Just then my neighbor passed me in his truck, and pulled over to offer me a ride home. I climbed up into the truck and by the time I had arranged myself in the seat, I could see that the tops of my nylons were touching my knees. I had no idea where the garter belt had positioned itself. When we arrived at my door, I had to scoot over and then climb down. I could see the bagginess below the knees. I turned to say thanks and watched his eyes take in the sight, before I rushed inside to look in the mirror.
My dress ended at mid-thigh, my garter belt was showing just below, and my nylons were in a puddle around my calves. Just think about that when you're having a bad day!
I needed a good laugh to wake me up, and you gave it to me! LOLOLOL
ReplyDeleteYou remind me of the time when I was 12-13, I wanted a hoop skirt (for some odd reason). My mom wouldn't let me have a big crinoline, so I sewed a pocket in a half slip and used metal clothesline to make a hoop. I went home at lunch time (when mom was gone) and put it in my slip. Not only could I not sit in it without showing the world my underwear, it was so heavy that it fell down everyime I let go of it.
BOTH of these stories make me giggle. My similar memory was in 3rd grade and fishnet stockings were the rage. I wore my older sister's garter belt and stockings to school one day, but couldn't figure out how to securely close the snap parts over the stockings. During recess I climbed to the top of the slippery slide and wouldn't come down until I thought I'd figured it out - but nope, the fishnets kept sliding down all day long, which makes for a miserable day - but maybe not as funny as yours!
ReplyDeleteOkay, you get the "please make me invisible" prize Marty. Heeeee, heee...and you lived to tell about it.
ReplyDeleteMarty,
ReplyDeleteI was a realtor for many years and your story has triggered a memory I thought I had successfully forgotten forever. I guess not.
I was working an open house at a new construction site that was unfamiliar to me. I was all dressed up but the panty hose I was wearing were a size or two too small .Every few minutes I had to go to the Powder room and pull them up. The builders were there and thought I had a bladder problem or something. On top of that, I could never remember the builder's name.This did not please them so they really started watching me very closely and listening to my every word.. Someone would come in and I would show them around and as we walked from room to room the panty hose would go lower and lower and I would be almost doubled over trying to keep them up and the last straw was."And who are the builder's?" With one hand I would be gripping the top of the panty hose and with the other I was desperately trying to find the names of the builders on the papers I had. All the while the pair of builders would be listening for my answer and then they couldn't stand it another minute and they would shout out their names.The day was a disaster for all concerned.
It never occurred to me to take the pantyhose off because you HAD to wear hosiery in those days. Now I go to weddings and no one is wearing stockings, not even the bride!