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Post by tequilaroses on Sept 2, 2004 19:20:39 GMT -5
Since I experienced one today - I thought I'd start a thread where we could talk about our worst fashion disasters. This can include anything - such as fashion faux pas, mishaps, etc.
Today I wore a straight, ankle-length skirt to work. It is double layered - with the bottom layer being solid, and the top layer being sheer/see-through (but with a pattern on it). I wore no nylons with it (never wear nylons to work in the summer) - just dressy sandals.
As I was walking out to my car at the end of the day, something didn't feel right. I continued to my car, and when I got there, I looked and to my dismay I noticed that the bottom layer of my skirt was up around my ass - leaving only the sheer over-layer preserving my dignity. Now mind you - I don't have much dignity to begin with - but sheesh!
I just shrugged it off though. When I was leaving it was after-hours, so nobody was really around. I just wonder how long things were situated like that. I'd imagine not too long, because I surely would have noticed it sooner. Towards the end of the day I did drop a pen that rolled under my desk, and I practically had to crawl underneath to retrieve it - so I'm thinking that's how it happened.
I'd like to think that it wasn't like that before the pen incident - because I'd hope someone would have said something. I rarely hesitate to tell someone if something is out of place for them - so maybe that's just my thinking.
Either way - I'll be sure to double check things whenever I wear that skirt (or any of my other double layer skirts - I have a few) again!
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Post by texasgal on Sept 2, 2004 19:49:30 GMT -5
The worst "wardrobe malfunction" that ever happened to me was accidentally tucking my skirt into my belt, leaving my backside exposed. This happened in the bathroom at junior high. It was back in the days before pantyhose had been invented; the only thing to hold up your nylon stockings were those torturous hellish garter belts with the hook thingies. That is what I displayed to everyone who saw me - until a very nice girl rushed me to the side of the corridor and saved me.
Other than that, the last fashion disaster happened just this winter. I had gotten dressed in the dark and didn't notice that I had navy blue slacks with black penny loafers - or black slacks with navy blue penny loafers - until I got to work. It was a faux pas, but nothing compared to the above.
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Post by AlsoAVirgo on Sept 2, 2004 20:55:35 GMT -5
I don't know if this is necessarily a "wardrobe malfunction," but I bought these cute heels a couple of years ago. Problem was the heel was too thin. Here I was walking along the sidewalk downtown at lunch and one of my heels got stuck in one of the cracks in the sidewalk, and I nearly fell over! Not to mention it didn't want to come out of the crack either! I know people saw this happen because I was in the big city during the noon hour. I finally managed to pry it out of the crack. Not only did the heel look all mangled, but the cute little strap broke. Needless to say I never wore those shoes again. I walk too fast at lunch and didn't want to risk further injury!
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Post by Remi on Sept 3, 2004 11:08:55 GMT -5
I love this thread! "Wardrobe Malfunction" - that's funny AAV! I had one of these. I was at a new house selling window coverings one day. I went through the whole deal, made the sale, and the husband walked me to my car. I thanked him, got in my car, buckled up, and drove a ways down the street. Something felt strange so I looked down. I had one of those blouses on that has the fake blouse underneath (just a piece of fabric covering the chest area). Well, that fake piece had flipped up leaving the front of my bra complete exposed. I hope that wasn't why I made the sale that day... ;D
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Post by hurltomato on Sept 3, 2004 18:14:10 GMT -5
I am personally so relieved that others have had the experience of "assss-exposure" I have always been mortified to have gone to my son's 3rd grade open house and after having gone to the bathroom, had my denim jumper tucked into the back of my pantyhose--like it really needed the damn padding It was NOT a friendly presence that made me notice my faux pas and I have relagated that embarrassment to the back burner 'til now... I feel so blissfully normal... The other incident was more "dramatic" in nature. I was a central character in a one act play by Edward Albee called "The Sandbox." I played an old woman in turn-of-the century black bombazine who is expected to die and this happens as the old woman is sitting in a sandbox delivering on-going soliloquy about her life. The actor who brought me on stage, folded like an accordian to his chest, dropped me four feet straight down into the sandbox where all of my lines were delivered. My "daughter" was an exceptional actress and there were agents in the audience from NY and LA, front and center to evaluate her performance- I delivered my monologues and successfully had the audience weeping at the death finale'. Forgotten was the ping that I had heard, as I fell into the sandbox in the opening scene...remembered [/u]was the ping, as the cast lifted me out of the sandbox for curtain call. Without the safety pin (ping) the black bombazine skirt slithered down my hips and pooled in the sandpit. I stood there in front of theatrical agents and gave the the performance of a lifetime in my black fitted Victorian shirtwaist and Madonna black lace bikini panties that turned the audience rabid with laughter. It was entertainment at it's highest caliber... HT
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Post by tequilaroses on Sept 3, 2004 18:25:37 GMT -5
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Post by Natalie on Sept 3, 2004 18:38:18 GMT -5
Those are great! I'm going to have to remember some of mine... I tend to forget things when I get embarrassed!
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Post by hurltomato on Sept 3, 2004 19:02:05 GMT -5
OMG HurlT - You win the gold medal of fashion disasters for sure! I would accept that asssss...award, TeaRosa if it was accompanied by a kiss from either Owen or Luke- Adrian Brody style to Halle Berry... Remi- All I have to say to you is: Lock that Damn Diamond Studded WonderBra away, until you have to sell designer window treatments at Owen's Santa Monica house. Owen will buy anything you're selling and give his brother Luke a referral for your services... ;D
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Post by Remi on Sept 3, 2004 21:19:01 GMT -5
Remi- All I have to say to you is: Lock that Damn Diamond Studded WonderBra away, until you have to sell designer window treatments at Owen's Santa Monica house. Owen will buy anything you're selling and give his brother Luke a referral for your services... ;D >:(Oh yes! And THAT project could last for months!! There's no way in hell I'd be able to fit in the same lucky outfit though! ;D I'm hittin' the gym starting Tuesday...
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Post by hurltomato on Sept 3, 2004 21:24:22 GMT -5
Rem- Why bother with the gym? Just buy the bra in a larger size and increase your sales commission! It's not like he can't afford it!
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Post by venusinscorpio on Sept 5, 2004 15:30:58 GMT -5
I've had a few disasters, fashionable and otherwise. From a flip-flop flying off my foot in the middle of a downpour of rain in O'Connell St, city centre, a few months ago- at night - to a skirt falling off me outside the local post office when I was about twelve, to wearing awful black velvet dresses when I was "punk." OMG.
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