Rihanna. 2013. Similar ?
It was just another shopping day at the local Farmer’s Market. It was a beautiful, sunny day. I was wearing my favorite jean skirt, now about 20 years old. (Don’t laugh, we all have one!)
There was noticeable attention that morning. I’m one of those people who smiles at strangers. Today was different somehow. There were quite a few smiles being returned.
As I stood at my favorite deli counter, there were 2 young businessmen having lunch at a Vietnamese stand just behind me.
They were talking to each other, but smiling in my direction. I returned the smile, took my purchases and sauntered away. How flattering. Made my day.
I was feeling pretty good about myself. Maybe my daily exercise walks were working some kind of magic on my posterior ?
When I arrived home, my husband also noticed.
There was a 3 inch tear in the left rear pocket of my skirt.
I was sporting a pair of lavender undies with black polka dots. (Don’t even ask.)
Off to the sewing basket. sigh….
vanbytheriver 
Lavender with black polka dots?? Sorry, had to. Very cute story – embarrassing but cute!
Yep…they were a gift ? That’s my story, and I’m sticking with it ! ☺
Okay if you say so!
and me without me camera … 😉
lol. I can at least be thankful for that !! ☺
At least you weren’t wearing dingy beige granny panties!
Nah…I updated my lingerie drawer the day I got rid of my super comfy maternity underwear. I won’t tell how old my children were at the time…☺
I agree with Julie ! So cute you are Van ! I really needed a smile this morning sweet friend , hugs and love , megxxx
Hugs back to you, dear Meg, glad it made you smile. xox
Hahahaha. And people from the farmer’s market are saying “remember the time we saw that lady with a hole in her skirt and we could see her underpants?” Great little story.
I never thought of that…there are many return customers…Oh, nooooooo…..! Thanks ??? ☺
Well, I do what I can. Just hope no one too your picture and put on their blog.
Oh, snap. Now I’m picturing that “People of Walmart” type mockery…Stop putting thoughts in my head, John. Don’t make me block you !!! ☺
I will stop now. I’m laughing on the outside but I feel bad on the inside (sort of). 😀
Hahaha. (Don’t tell Van I laughed.)
My lips are sealed.
Too late, Collette. I forgive you….
Oh my, the above comments are as funny as the story! LOL I once went grocery shopping with a sock static-clinging to the back of a skirt. I also went to work once in my bathrobe. That was mortifying to say the least.
Ok, Diana…I get the static cling thing…but your bathrobe ? Curious and curiouser. ☺
I used to wear my bathrobe over my work clothes to protect them from cat hair. One day I just forgot to take it off before I put on my coat. We had open cubicles at work (staff of hundreds). I took off my coat and was standing there in my old blue bathrobe for all to see. LOL
Oh, my. And you kept working there ?? That had to be a moment for you. I’ll be quiet now.
That’s hysterical!
I think I bent over laughing. A dork to this day. 😀
My favorite people are dorks. Right behind the nerds, geeks and brainiacs. ☺ It’s an exclusive club.
Oh, my……..
It was a moment for me, Torrie. It would have been way more embarrassing if I knew then and there. So, I was spared !! ☺
That is true…..you have a very good attitude!
I’m trying. I’ve learned to laugh at myself, it keeps life more interesting. ☺
Ha ha ha! Cute and funny story. Reminds me of the time I split my skirt from hem to waistband in the middle of teaching High School. I had to borrow a gym slip from one of my students in order to at least cover my butt. My undies were fuschia.
I also once walked to school with a bra attached to my cardigan.
Game. Set. Match. You win the debate, Laura. I bow to you. ☺
Ha! It honestly was not that mortifying. I was more hacked off that my sister, who was walking to school with me, did not see fit to mention the fact that I had lacy padded camel humps on my back.
Maybe she didn’t notice ??? Giving her the benefit of the doubt. Or, depending on your relationship, maybe she did ? ☺ Sorry.
Oh she totally did. 🙂
Yep…I had a sister like that. so sorry.
Fushcia…of course, they had to be, didn’t they ? lol I’ll have to write sometime about my “industrial accident report” at IBM. It involved a pair of nylon stockings and some lye that was not properly removed from a toilet seat. Oh, the horror.
I look forward to that anecdote.
There was an official report…it was the first week on the job. ☺
But you still received attention….:)
So true, George, just not sure that was my goal that day. ☺
Lol
Probably not as embarrassing had you known. You probably won’t even see those who noticed again.
Maybe, maybe not. No problem, I will walk proudly with my newly sewn seam. Thanks, Sandra. ☺
Van, I’m going with the Rihanna, similar? Yes! on the market jeans have stylish holes all over, so why not one stylish rip on your jeans skirt! I’d keep the rip and the look underneath! You’re styling, girl! Christine
I think there might be an age limit on those rips, Christine. At least, I hope so…lol ☺
You might be right, Van! I passed them up recently buying jeans. At my “age” I “need” everything covered! But, they look great on the grandgirls though! Christine
Fun! The post I mean! The last time I had shorts split on the butt-side, naturally I was wearing loud polka-dot undies. (I pulled my shirt down as far as I could & hustled home.) I’m a lot more leery now of jeans, shorts, etcetera that seem to be getting a bit thin *posterially.*
True story…when we were kids, jeans had not yet become fashionable. We were to wear “dungarees”, which were thick, dark blue and pretty awful, made to withstand nuclear war, I think. I used to take them to the back alley and get the kids in the neighborhood to ride their bikes over them, just to distress them a bit. Tricycles and big wheels worked the best. ☺
Oh, that’s great; you were ahead of your time! Now that you mention it, my mother kept right on calling them dungarees – I don’t know when I learned the word “jeans.” I never liked “dungarees” but I wish “pedal pushers” had not become *capris.*
My folks were surprised when they became the “fashion”. Growing up on a farm, my dad said dungarees were a sign of poverty, and few wanted to be seen in them. Who knew ?? I forgot about pedal pushers, and culottes are now skorts ?? ☺
I got home the other day and sat down and TEARRRR… There go my jeans. The rip of rips – from the waist band to the leg, right down my butt. All I could think was: I’m so happy this happened at home!
How lucky for you ! I had noticed the beginning of a seam tear, but it was so small. It came out of the laundry much bigger, but I folded it and failed to notice. ☺
Spicing it up a bit…I see.
Not on purpose…lol
Hahaha love it Van! You’re not alone, I’ve had similar experiences… ❤
Diana xo
I have a problem letting go of old clothing that I love, Diana. This will “learn” me !! ☺
maybe! 😉
Don’t sew that up. I know it’s a good look on you.
Not so sure ??? But the added wind would be welcome on a hot day. (the outside-in kind).
Reminds me of when I once went ‘commando’ without realising there was a tear in the seam of my trousers. Lets just say that it was thankful I did not bend over much. However, somebody did apply a safety pin to the tear before I made my way home. How very kind of them 🙂
Commando…something most women don’t really experience ?? Embarrassment, though, is universal. ☺
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Hilarious! Thank you!
My pleasure. Glad it brought a few laughs. ☺ One benefit…I found out the eye of the sewing needle is much smaller than it used to be..lol
When my mom and I made my wedding dress, I had to do much of the work b/c she couldn’t do the detail work as her vision had aged.
I have those reading glasses stashed in almost every room in the house. Both my husband and I use them now. Progress. ☺
Luckily, my progressive lens I wear all the time, and I can still read and see up close without them. My father regularly asks where his reading glasses are when he is wearing them on his head. Silly man. (I know many of us do exactly the same.)
Yep…I’ve done that, the glasses on the head, they can be really comfortable up there.
Adding a little color to everybody’s life that day did no harm, Van. They admired your choice in bottom wear that morning, most obviously, my good friend. Way to go with the walking routine. 😉
Yep, walking loud and proud !! Even if the color was accidental exposure. ☺
Good you had panties on 😉😳☺️ and yes we all have a jean skirt Van😀
Thanks, Hedy. ☺