Help Help I'm Stuck- Or: How I ended up shirtless on my knees in front of my ex-husbands girlfriend.
So- Funny story there.
For those of you who don't know, I participate in a midevial re-enactment group, called the SCA. Our local group had been asked to help "provide flavor" for a summer camp held in Socorro this week. Since I had gone to Outlandish recently, most of my garb was still in the laundry. When I went to the garb closet, however, there was a gorgous red italian ren. dress that I had made during the holidays. I thought, what the heck, I'll wear this. It's only been worn twice, and I worked awfully hard on it. I pulled it on, and went off to the demo. About 5, I went to pick up Kevin, still in garb. I returned to the event with Kevin, and we watched the magic show. No big deal, right? Well, here's where I start to have problems. This dress has a very fitted bodice, and I am carrying a two year old around. We got home, and I started to change clothes. I reach down to pull the whole thing over my head, and the dress is stuck. I cannot get my arms low enough to get the bodice off while still in the bodice. Shoot. I think for a minute, and try again. Still no luck. I have Kevin pull on the dress- no luck. I realize that I've never had to take the dress off by myself before. I start calling my friends, and EVERYONE that I can think of that I have a phone number who I would ask for help with this for is out of town. This is the last week before classes restart for the summer, and people are taking adantage of it to go on vacation. I call Bill, who I know is in Los Lunas, and start getting phone numbers for more of our friends. There's still not a one that I can get ahold of in town. I finally call flainn, my ex-husband. He is at work, but lets me know that Izzy is at his place, but there isn't a phone there. By this point, I'm desperate. Carrying a two year old around with boning poking you in the fleshy bits hurts! I put pants on under the dress, bundle Kevin in the car, and head over to flainn's. I knock on the door, and Izzy hollers come in. I know she didn't expect to see flainn's ex-wife walk in, espeically wearing pseduo italian renn. I explain my problem to her, and she about falls over laughing, but is sympathetic, and helps me. Since the bodice is VERY supportive, I have to get down on my knees so that she can peel it over my head. I was very embarrassed, but at least I was out of the dress. Lesson learned: If I'm going to wear that dress again, figure out who's undressing me before I get dressed!