When I was a teenager, pettipants were popular. They were used like a slip, only shaped as pants. I was in school, passing in the busy halls between classes. I was carrying a lot of books and had no free hands. The elastic broke and they fell to the floor. I didn't know what to do, so I just stepped out of them and kept walking. I have always wondered who finally saw them and who got rid of them!!!

Had those awful fake nails applied and in a presentation one snapped off and flew across the room.
I turned 10 shades of red. Never again.

It was late in the swinging '60's; Audrey H. and Jackie O. still reigned as fashion icons (and still do1), and I was going to NYC to see the love of my life. I had washed my white kid gloves, and noticed that they were still dingy in spots,so I touched them up with white shoe polish.
I arrived wearing a long-hair fall and headband; Navy blue A-line coat (double breasted top to bottom), and my white kid gloves for dinner to celebrate my 21st birthday. It rained gently during the walk to the Herb Evans, across from Lincoln Center, where we would dine. How romantic! As we walked, I noticed some white streaks on my coat; I had forgotten the shoe polish in the joy of seeing my man again! I was more pre-occupied during this joyful stroll in the rain, with what was happening to the Marlo-Thomas flip I had managaed to fix in the long hair fall before the rain started.
Then, I notices some white streaks on the Navy coat. The more I brushed, the worse they got. I remembered the polish, and started laughting so hard I couldn't speak. I did finally, confess my vanity! To top it off, my long-hair fall had the appearance of a drowned Apache Indian by the time we got into Herb Evans! I shed the coat, removed the gloves for the evening, and fixed the fall in the ladies room. The night ended well, my friends laughted with, not at me, and it was still a happy, but very embarrassing evening. It comes up every time the original 4-some gets together.
I have developed a simple, less contrived look of my own that Jackie and Audrey would approve of since that time!

It was late in the swinging '60's; Audrey H. and Jackie O. still reigned as fashion icons (and still do1), and I was going to NYC to see the love of my life. I had washed my white kid gloves, and noticed that they were still dingy in spots,so I touched them up with white shoe polish.
I arrived wearing a long-hair fall and headband; Navy blue A-line coat (double breasted top to bottom), and my white kid gloves for dinner to celebrate my 21st birthday. It rained gently during the walk to the Herb Evans, across from Lincoln Center, where we would dine. How romantic! As we walked, I noticed some white streaks on my coat; I had forgotten the shoe polish in the joy of seeing my man again! I was more pre-occupied during this joyful stroll in the rain, with what was happening to the Marlo-Thomas flip I had managaed to fix in the long hair fall before the rain started.
Then, I notices some white streaks on the Navy coat. The more I brushed, the worse they got. I remembered the polish, and started laughting so hard I couldn't speak. I did finally, confess my vanity! To top it off, my long-hair fall had the appearance of a drowned Apache Indian by the time we got into Herb Evans! I shed the coat, removed the gloves for the evening, and fixed the fall in the ladies room. The night ended well, my friends laughted with, not at me, and it was still a happy, but very embarrassing evening. It comes up every time the original 4-some gets together.
I have developed a simple, less contrived look of my own that Jackie and Audrey would approve of since that time!

I went home for lunch every day. One particular day, I decided to do some cleaning, so I took my shirt off and put on a T-shirt, so as not to get my shirt dirty or sweaty. Well, in a rush to get back to work, I put my shirt on inside out. When I got back to work, my co-worker asked if I went home for some 'afternoon delight'!

At my parent's 50th wedding anniversary party, I was standing with my family toasting our parents. I happened to look down and saw that my underarm shield (I sweat alot) had come loose, and had become stuck to the top of my shoe!

Realizing that my white silk dress got stuck in my pantyhose and was exposing my backside only after I had walked across the room and dance floor of my 10 year high school reunion. It wasn't until I sat down on my cold metal chair tha I realized what had happened! Humiliated, I left the building!

Running to catch a bus one morning I discovered that my jersey dress had shinned up to become a blouse! Luckily I had a slip on.

Having big, narrow feet, when I found a shoe that looked good and fit well, I bought mulitple pairs in different colors. One day, I was running late, failed to turn on the light in my closet, I grab a pair of shoes to wear and off I went. When I got to work, I realized I had on a blue shoe and a black shoe. My co-workers roared! I was teased for months afterwards.

In high school, I got a new skirt. It was green with pretty off-white flowers. Between classes, I was walking through the main part of the school and everyone seemed to be looking at me. I was proud of the new skirt. About 10 minutes later, a nice guy came up and said that my skirt was tucked in my under. Lovely!

I've had TWO - both related to shoes.
After a day at work with an early morning meeting, I was finally home and changing my clothes when I noticed that I had put on identical shoes but one was blue and one was brown. No one had noticied apparently.
Another early day I had forgotten to carry my dressy shoes with me on the train and I had to go to an important meeting with highlevel VIPs in running shoes, running socks over my hose and a suit. A colleague told me to pretend nothing was different or wrong and no one would notice. It worked!

In the mid-1990s when skirts and dresses with buttons down the front were considered fashionable, I walked across my college parking lot in high winds. Needless to say, everyone of the buttons that were not covered by my jacket were undone by the time I reached the building.

I have very thick, wavy hair and I've got to tell you, it seemed like a good idea in the early to mid '90s to sport these bangs that started back in the middle of my head and managed to curl up a little bit. It was very unfortunate, especially paired with the plaid headband that I favored (which matched the plaid stirrup pants that I was rocking at the time). Poor choices.

I was walking in the subway early one morning. every one seem to be so nice that time of morning. I noticed this because usually every one is in a hurry to get to their jobs. I finally got to my destination when one of my coworkers mentioned that part of my dress was stuck in the front of my panty hose!

I was feeling very proud of myself after my first job interview in New York City. I stopped in the ladies' room on my out, noticing how great my outfit was. I came down the full elevator and walked down the busy corridor and out the front door. A block down the street a lady tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Miss, your skirt is tucked in the back of your underwear."

In the early 90's, I was invited by a group of friends to go see a performance of "Shear Madness". Thinking it was a real show b/c we were going into the city, I dressed up - wearing a red dress, black shoes/hose, the works! Needless to say I was super embarrassed when I met up with my friends and everyone else was wearing jeans (including the cute guy I had a crush on!!). Since then, I have been careful not to overdress for shows :)

During college I woke up late one Saturday morning and was in a rush to get ready for church. It was one of those uninspired mornings, when nothing in my closet seemed quite right and I ran across the dorm hallway to a friend's room, begging to borrow one of her skirts. Now, perhaps I should have taken into account that this friend is nine inches shorter than myself, but at the time that was not considered.

Hurrying out the doors of the dorm and down the sidewalk to meet my waiting boyfriend, his eyebrows shot straight up into his hairline.
"You forgot pants!" was all he could stammer as he gaped at my stockinged legs, seemingly naked as the skirt was shorter than my already-short coat.

To this day I can't believe I had the audacity to wear an 11" skirt to church. Surely angels blushed and it's highly unlikely I "brought anyone to Jesus."

Color Coordination and Responsibility for One's Own Laundry was learned on the same day for me. Mom's rule was that if you wanted clean clothes you had to bring your clothes down to the washing machine. As a 5th grader that seemed harsh until the day I went to school in the only clean top and bottom I could find in my room. A pink sweater with red hearts topping a pair of peach sweat pants with lavender piping (it was the 80's, thank you, and there was a matching sweat shirt, somewhere....) were truly made magnificent by my white high-top sneakers. That evening I asked for my first lesson in doing the laundry (and have been very well color coordinated ever since!)

I was giving a persuasive presentation on the importance of dressing carefully, paying attention to the details, etc. to my entire speech class in college, when I sat down and realized the whole time my skirt was twisted half way around my body!

My mother let me wear this "headband" on my head all of Gr.5 and I thought it was sooo cool. I even wore it for my school pictures. As a teen later I found out that it was a bra top from the 70's. THANKS MOM!

When I was about 12, a really cute boy asked me to go to the city pool with him. I was so excited but didn't like the way my swimsuit fit. So, I borrowed a pair of falsies from my older sister's bedroom and stuck them in the front of my suit-I looked stunning! All was well until I jumped into the pool. I came up and there were the falsies floating for all to see. All I can remember is his name was "Chuckie" I hope he can't remember my name at all.

This one was totally not my fault. I was three years old, and we were getting ready to leave the house to go to a function my older sister had at school. It was a choir concert or something similar. My mom was in a hurry trying to get ready, so she gave me a big pile containing my clothes and said, "Take these to your dad and tell him to get you dressed." I did, and he obeyed. When we got to the school, I was so excited to be wearing my pretty dress. I loved to spin around and make the skirt twirl. Mom noticed that the people behind us were giggling, but didn't really think anything of it. That is until she ordered me to stop twirling and sit down in the chair. (It was a metal chair.) I obeyed, after which I exclaimed, "Momma, this seat is so cold on my bottom!" The panties my mom had in the pile didn't quiet make it to dad, and somehow he didn't even notice I wasn't wearing underwear. We found them laying on the stairs at our house when we got home that night.

I was quite a fashion plate in high school. As a freshman in gym class, I saved time by leaving on my knee high nylons and wearing them with my shorts and t-shirts. The elastic never quite held up and during class, they would slowly roll down my legs, ending wrinkled at my shins.

My boss discovered that there was a stream of clean toilet paper attached to my pants. It's ok I'm old enough to be his mother! I think he was more embarrassed for me than I was.