Belated Happy Birthday: Love Life Love Style turns Two !! an embarassing anecdote
Last anniversary, one of the things I promised you guys was more designer interviews-- which I tried hard to do this time! See this year's interviews with Hannah from Hannah from Basel and Brian Lichtenberg..from well, Brian Lichtenberg.
Concerning interactive stuff, there's never been much of a response so it's that's never really been developed... just please feel free to share your thoughts and experiences if something pertains! : )
Ah, and I still need to categorize these past months' posts. . . sorry, really bad at that.
For this year, I am going to TRY TRY TRY to do some short posts too. I think I scare people away with the sheer length. I am also going to see if I can try new ways to get some traffic going through here. I've realized most of the more popular sites with a lot of readers, post outfit photos very often... so I might try to do that more. I'm also going to try to put up a new, maybe more eye-catching, banner on top. Also, I am currently such an ADDICT to ebay that I might do "ebay days" where I'll just post up the latest ebay finds (vintage etc). As for other ideas... Creative juices, get going!
Anyway, in the spirit of forgetfulness, I am going to share a hilarious (well, looking back on it), forgetful fashion moment I had this semester at school. Trust me. It's...hard to top. This is one post you probably won't want to breeze through.
So it starts off simple: I woke up one morning and spent a couple minutes deciding what to wear. After a couple more minutes, I finally settled on my outfit. And I felt pretty good. You ever have those outfits where you just feel invincible? Just like, real smooth? Well, I felt pretty smooth.
I had on AA electric blue leggings, the cutest childhood dress-shirt thing, an A/X short sleeved white button-down (A white collar does wonders to brighten up your face), a Banana Republic tame wrap-around cardigan, and cute, sweet, white ballet flats from UO [in recreating the outfit for below, I had to replace my white flats with something else because I left them in Cali]. Not to mention, it was very suitable and not too over-the-edge for my small SoCal liberal-arts school.
So yeah, I felt damn good! So damn good. So damn good that when I walked out my dorm, I forgot pants.
Or shorts, or anything to cover up my derriere. I violated (ACCIDENTALLY) the fine line between the confusing length of dress-shirt/dress-shirts and tights when I walked out that door. Yes, it's true I had tights on. And you couldn't really see my butt when I walked, but if I sat down, wow, you better watch out.
Anyway, it would've been fine if I walked back inside, right? But no, I did not realize that I had basically a dressy shirt and no pants, because, like I said, I felt so damn good. In fact, I felt so good, that I actually walked all the way to the computer lab that morning, since I needed to print something out before class. Of course, everyone always prints something out before class, so the computer lab was full, bustling with 50-some students. It's like Dunkin Donuts at 8 AM. I didn't talk to anyone, and I went straight to a computer, feeling kind of like a hotshot.
Anyway, in the back of my head, I knew my outfit was short, but it still didn't occur to me I was wearing no shorts. I figured that's why some people were looking at me. But because I knew it was short, I did "the swipe" when I sat down. You know-- when you flatten your skirt from the back to the front so you don't accidentally flash anyone.
But uh-- when I did the swipe-- near the middle of the swipe, I realized I was touching my blue AA-covered butt. It was just something that clicked in my head. I didn't even look down. It was just like, "wow, I think this is not fabric. I think this is my nylon-covered butt." Then, I verified by discreetly looking down and I was horrified to realize I forgot to put my shorts back on, when I put on my outfit this morning, and I was basically sitting in a shirt and tights. SEE-THROUGH tights. Like, you could see my underwear in those tights.
I wanted to die! I was afraid to stand back up, and then I realized that was probably why some people had been looking at me funny, while I thought I had looked pretty smooth. I took my cardigan and wrapped it around my waist as best I could, and I got the heck out of there.
I am actually pretty self-conscious, so I was astonished while I was racing back to my dorm, that not only did I walk out without pants/shorts, but that I did not realize until I sat down in front of 50 people. I think I was too busy thinking about the strangeness of my shiny blue tights to think that-- hey, my dress-shirt was strangely short and I forgot to wear SHORTS. I can only imagine how many poor people who actually saw my derriere. I am still mortified. but amused. although mortified.
Anyone else have a mortifying fashion moment? Or want to comfort me in that I am not the only one who has walked outside without pants on?
stay tuned: next post-- strictly an outfit post; I'm going to try something new [cause as you know, I'm never good at timing the output of my posts]... when I get 10+ comments, I'll put up the next post. ; )
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