Sunday, April 12, 2009

i almost didn't wear a slip today

I was all settled in the chapel for our church services today and I realized I hadn't picked up a program and stepped out into the foyer to get one. As I leaned over the table to retrieve a program, a sister whispered in my ear "did you know you have a big tear down the back of your dress?"
Oh, crap.
Ok, so what exactly does one do at a moment like that?
I can't flee, Dave has the keys to the car and he is sitting on the stand at the front of the chapel and the meeting is starting any second. This woman offered to give me a ride home, but still . . I have no house keys. I am basically trapped in the foyer with my back against the wall. I am singing with the choir in 40 minutes or so, and I am on the program to give the closing prayer at the end of the meeting.
I decide to stay against the wall and wait for our kids to arrive. I was going to take Roxanne's car home, but I found out Brady drove today. It is a huge monster of a truck. I can't drive it, I'm not even sure I can climb up into it. But I talk him into taking me home. His truck is such a boy toy - it is lifted so high I can hardly reach the door handle. As I attempted to climb in I had to warn Brady "Look away please . . . there is no pretty way to do this".
Anyway, quick drive home, get out the sewing machine, attach it all back together, vow to check all seams on all new clothes in the future, iron the seam, get dressed again and drive back to church. We got back in time for the choir piece. Whew!
Here's what will keep me awake tonight. Had I not gone out to pick up a program, I would have risen from my seat on the third pew from the back, and walked up in front of the entire congregation to the choir seating area in the middle of our beautiful and spiritual Easter program with my white delicates flowing out the back of my dark blue dress today for all the world to see. Lovely!

6 comments:

Katie said...

You chose to mend the dress rather than pick out a new one? I would have dropped the dress in a "to-be mended" pile and forgotten about it until it was too out-dated or no longer fit and given it to charity a few years later.

Good story. It's always nice to know I'm not the only one who experiences things like that.

Cathy said...

Wow! Great skill to get back in time to sing! Don't you just hate those times! I know I was saved once too from a very similar situation!

Heidi said...

:) That is hilarious!!

Lindsey said...

Okay. There are so many things to say about this! I can't believe you repaired that dress (instead of just picking a new one) and still made it back in time. And I can't believe you weren't red and puffy from laughing/crying hysterically the whole way. I went to a wedding reception once with a bog hole in the back of my skirt. This girl that had always been kind of a brat to me told me about it and I didn't believe her. So I continued to walk around with a huge hole with my 'g' s showing right through it. Sigh. Memories...

Lindsey said...

that's a big hole. not a bog hole.

Lauri said...

WOW! I remember the time when I was with Aunt Julie and she was half way through church when she realized she hadn't put on a bra that morning.