I know I said in yesterday’s post that I don’t normally disrobe in public, but . . .
I spent so much time writing yesterday’s post that I was almost late for my friend, Jamie’s, Bridal Shower. I bathed, got dressed and put on my make-up in record time, then I flew out of the house. I arrived at the Bridal Shower simultaneously with two of my colleagues, and behind a crowd of other people. We walked into the house talking and laughing. I said hello to the Bride-to-be, but kept moving. She had tons of people to greet and since I see her daily, I figured I’d just get out of the way — except she exclaimed, “Your shirt!” and reached through the crowd in the foyer to grab the right side seam of my blouse. She jerked me toward her.
I was wearing my full circle denim skirt and a cute princess-style red-plaid cotton blouse with white pearl snaps. It is one of my favorite outfits and I wear it often. Jamie had seen it several times, so I didn’t know what she was so excited about.
I was quite startled by her sudden attack on my clothes and lost my balance. I almost fell into her, and before I realized she was trying to whisper something in my ear, I jerked away. At this point I had several thoughts: “Why is she pulling on my clothes?” “It’s impolite to whisper in public.” And, “I feel a draft.” At the same time what she’d said registered clearly, “Your blouse is on wrong side out.”
I looked down. Suzanne, the friend I’d come through the door with, looked down as well. I gasped in shock. She cracked up laughing. Jamie was trying to push me down the hall. She was giggling, too, and we’d caught everybody’s attention. Rather, I had caught everybody’s attention. You see, when Jamie tugged on my clothes so insistently (grabbing the exposed tags) she’d unsnapped my blouse all the way up the front.