Back in my 30s, it was a big deal to go pick out a party dress for the big Christmas party that my employer put on every year. So, my husband (at that time) and I headed out to a local clothing store in Georgia after church, to find me a dress. I found several dresses to try on, and headed to the dressing room to start the fun. There was a line at the dressing room of about 4 people ahead of me. As we stood there waiting, a couple more lined up behind me to get a dressing room.
I finally got my turn at the very first dressing room. This room could easily be seen from the doorway where everyone was waiting in line to try on their "finds." I proceeded to strip off my clothes, leaving nothing on but my pantyhose and my bra. That was really all that was needed to try on party dresses! Keep in mind that the whole point of "pantyhose" is to not have to wear panties under them so that you have no lines showing through your clothes from panties. As I began to take one of the dresses off the hanger I noticed that there was something odd about the hem of the dress, so I knelt down to see if I could fix it. Of course, I didn't notice that the dressing room I was in was one of those that doesn't go all the way to the floor. My husband kept saying, "Joan, Joan, Joan!" and I kept saying, "I'll be out in a minute." "Quit talking to me", "I'm trying on dresses!" So, he finally gave up and left me to my foolishness.
When I finally came out of the dressing room, I got a cheer, a bunch of clapping, and my husband telling me that everyone could see my bare butt while I was down on the floor in my pantyhose. Needless to say, that was the last time I think I ever wore pantyhose, or used the very front dressing room located by the door. Unfortunately, it didn't change my normal urge to ignore my husband as he was trying to tell me something while I was deeply engrossed in something else.
It is moments like that in peoples lives that make me smile and think I am not alone in my clumsiness.
ReplyDeleteit's moments like that that help me remember that i come by my embarrassing nuttiness genetically! i've always wanted to grow up to be like her.
ReplyDeleteUm...why didn't anyone tell me that you weren't supposed to wear panties with pantyhose?! I always wondered why they had that liner in the crotch!
ReplyDeleteI am with Carrie Ann--- I thought they were to hold all those fat rolls in! ;)
ReplyDeleteGreat story.
I think I know your Aunt Joan ;-)
ReplyDeleteHold the Phone... Ive always wore pantyhose with Undies to!
ReplyDeleteGreat story :)
Great story - I'm sure that she's glad they didn't have camera phones in those days!
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha! Good one, Joan! Sounds just like you. Sherilin most certainly shares a hefty dose of your dna. LOL
ReplyDeleteI have always thought of pantyhose as a torture chamber of sorts. They are uncomfortable, you contantly have to pull them up otherwise the gather around your ankles and you have to worry about runners! The only time I have ever worn them was when they were required for a job and I too wore panties with them.
ReplyDeleteBest story ever. At least she got applause and not boos and rotten vegetables when she came out.
ReplyDeleteThat is too funny! How embarrassing! LOL
ReplyDeletei remember the "to panty or not to panty" when wearing hose debate back in the days when i used to wrangle such monstrosities onto my body. i'm so glad i never have a reason to wear them any more.
ReplyDeleteTHAT is definitely your Aunt. I so now know where you get it from Sherilin. I love that story!!!
ReplyDeleteLove it! Thank you for sharing!!!
ReplyDeleteGreat story (hey, I have an Aunt Joan, too!). Shame you couldn't send it to Readers Digest (or could you? It IS the 21st century. Well, maybe not Reader's Digest, Teheran edition).
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I remember the first time I saw that panties usually aren't worn under pantyhose (no, I wasn't looking at myself in the mirror!).
I was amazed because I had assumed that women always wore their britches, pantyhose or not.
Apparently, the crotch liner was there for a reason (Carrie Ann, you're not the only one).
It was an epiphany, I tell you.
oh my! I guess it was a full moon out that night! That is cute and funny, buying dresses is a very serious matter, you can't be worried about flashing your nak-idness around! :)
ReplyDeleteI'm gld that everyone enjoyed one of my many embarassing moment stories. Come on girls . . . that's why they are called PANTYHOSE. Because they have panties in them!!!! ;-)
ReplyDeleteoh no...that's like a bad dream that came to life!
ReplyDeleteoh by the way thank you for changing your blog...I can read it perfectly now!!! YAH
ReplyDeleteoh by the way thank you for changing your blog...I can read it perfectly now!!! YAH
ReplyDeleteThose are the best stories to tell. It proves that we can't actually die of embarrassment.
ReplyDeleteThat is HILARIOUS! I always learn such life lessons from your blog- no more undies with pantyhose! Err...Maybe ill stick with my way after reading this, ha!
ReplyDeleteAnd to your awesome comment on my blog- consider me adopted as your new sister;-) And yes, please smack the mean chick. Her name is Denise;-)
Too funny! And informative. I totally didn't know you weren't supposed to wear panties underneath hose. I will make a note of that. :)
ReplyDeleteThis was definately a laugh out loud post. Huge grin on my face and I know I will be telling some of your stories at work tomorrow.
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