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LOLita moments -- Share your funny stories!
(I apologize to the mods, I wasn't exactly sure how to categorize this one!)
There's a lot of talk on the forums about things that happen in lolita. Most of these tend to be on the negative slant--bad experiences, how people react to it, rude things that have happened to you, etc. Some of them are more positive, such as the few "nice things that people have said to you" threads. But I decided that I'd prefer something that wasn't quite so serious. So instead, I'd like to hear about the funniest thing that's ever happened to you in lolita. Feel free to share more than one story, if they come to mind!
I feel like, with winter settling in and raising its gloomy iron fist over my area of the US, we could all use something to warm us from the inside out other than hot chocolate with marshmallows!
I have two stories of my own to start!
Story 1: In October, Lady Sloth posted a question to her Facebook about what kind of shaped bags her customers would be interested in, since she had gained the ability to have custom-shaped ones made. Excited for the chance, I posted that I would enjoy a bat bag (an item I've been wanting for some time now), and went about my merry Facebooking ways. A few days later, I checked in on the post to see what other suggestions customers had made. My mother had found the post through my wall, apparently, and had eagerly put down that she wanted a pig-shaped bag (my mother is one of those odd collectors who simply adores one animal--pigs are her passion; it's something I've grown up with, but my friends always comment on the amount of little pig figures and the like my mother has when they come over to our house for the first time). This was a tad embarassing, but I laughed it off and thought nothing of it. If anything, the thought of pigs being coordinated into a lolita outfit was amusing enough--the thought of a piglet print in Angelic Pretty pastels or a bacon and eggs print by Alice and the Pirates gave me a few laughs, but it was then forgotten about. A day later, I checked it again. My mother's post had been liked by one of the girls, and Lady Sloth herself... I think my mother may have just started some gears in other people's heads. Pig-inspired coords, anyone?
Story 2: A few months ago, I was attempting to finish sewing an OP before I came over to Europe for school, where I'm currently attending classes. Of course, I ordered lace online, because it was both cheaper and fit the look I was going in more than the generic lace from the local craft store. Of course, the lace didn't come on time, but I couldn't move forward at all in the OP without it. So it arrives two days before I'm leaving for Europe. Enter two days of crazed laundry-to-get-things-clean-to-bring-to-Italy, packing, re-checking seven times that I have my passport and visa ready, re-packing when I find out I don't have all the necessary items, finding out my books bring one bag over the weight limit, etc., mixed with sewing an OP that I really wanted to take with me. The day before I leave, my sewing room--which is the den downstairs, which I share with my younger brother (he uses it as a game room) and the family as a general movie-watching area. Fabric is strewn all over the furniture, my sewing dummy has half of an OP on it, and I'm struggling in getting the skirt of the OP to fit over the petticoat I'm wearing over my jeans to double-check the length when my brother comes in with his then-girlfriend. I hadn't slept in two days, my hair was a mess (pulled up into the stubbiest of all ponytails, since my hair is barely long enough to gather at the base of my neck), and I literally had pins stuck all over my clothes for safe-keeping because I'd lost my wrist pincushion. My brother had been giving his girlfriend a tour of our house. I had never met this girl before in my life. He simply clears his throat, and says: "Uh, yeah. This is my sister. She's... eccentric." And he leads her off.
There's a lot of talk on the forums about things that happen in lolita. Most of these tend to be on the negative slant--bad experiences, how people react to it, rude things that have happened to you, etc. Some of them are more positive, such as the few "nice things that people have said to you" threads. But I decided that I'd prefer something that wasn't quite so serious. So instead, I'd like to hear about the funniest thing that's ever happened to you in lolita. Feel free to share more than one story, if they come to mind!
I feel like, with winter settling in and raising its gloomy iron fist over my area of the US, we could all use something to warm us from the inside out other than hot chocolate with marshmallows!
I have two stories of my own to start!
Story 1: In October, Lady Sloth posted a question to her Facebook about what kind of shaped bags her customers would be interested in, since she had gained the ability to have custom-shaped ones made. Excited for the chance, I posted that I would enjoy a bat bag (an item I've been wanting for some time now), and went about my merry Facebooking ways. A few days later, I checked in on the post to see what other suggestions customers had made. My mother had found the post through my wall, apparently, and had eagerly put down that she wanted a pig-shaped bag (my mother is one of those odd collectors who simply adores one animal--pigs are her passion; it's something I've grown up with, but my friends always comment on the amount of little pig figures and the like my mother has when they come over to our house for the first time). This was a tad embarassing, but I laughed it off and thought nothing of it. If anything, the thought of pigs being coordinated into a lolita outfit was amusing enough--the thought of a piglet print in Angelic Pretty pastels or a bacon and eggs print by Alice and the Pirates gave me a few laughs, but it was then forgotten about. A day later, I checked it again. My mother's post had been liked by one of the girls, and Lady Sloth herself... I think my mother may have just started some gears in other people's heads. Pig-inspired coords, anyone?
Story 2: A few months ago, I was attempting to finish sewing an OP before I came over to Europe for school, where I'm currently attending classes. Of course, I ordered lace online, because it was both cheaper and fit the look I was going in more than the generic lace from the local craft store. Of course, the lace didn't come on time, but I couldn't move forward at all in the OP without it. So it arrives two days before I'm leaving for Europe. Enter two days of crazed laundry-to-get-things-clean-to-bring-to-Italy, packing, re-checking seven times that I have my passport and visa ready, re-packing when I find out I don't have all the necessary items, finding out my books bring one bag over the weight limit, etc., mixed with sewing an OP that I really wanted to take with me. The day before I leave, my sewing room--which is the den downstairs, which I share with my younger brother (he uses it as a game room) and the family as a general movie-watching area. Fabric is strewn all over the furniture, my sewing dummy has half of an OP on it, and I'm struggling in getting the skirt of the OP to fit over the petticoat I'm wearing over my jeans to double-check the length when my brother comes in with his then-girlfriend. I hadn't slept in two days, my hair was a mess (pulled up into the stubbiest of all ponytails, since my hair is barely long enough to gather at the base of my neck), and I literally had pins stuck all over my clothes for safe-keeping because I'd lost my wrist pincushion. My brother had been giving his girlfriend a tour of our house. I had never met this girl before in my life. He simply clears his throat, and says: "Uh, yeah. This is my sister. She's... eccentric." And he leads her off.