Writer's Block: embarrassing memory
Ok so I haven't been doing so well with the public posting *sigh* So I decided today I needed a little help with my writers block so here goes...
I would have to say that my most embarassing moment would have to have been during a wedding I was in many many years ago.
I was wearing this huge southern belle dress (I will save you all the eye damage from the pictures). My oldest son was 4 at the time and was the ring bearer, now he looked adorable in his little tux. Well this wedding was not a small affair to say the least, there were 7 brides maids, all wearing these huge off the shoulder blue dresses with heavy full skirts and hooped underskirts. For starters, being the well endowed girl that I am anything that doesn't have a strong sturdy strap is scary. Add to that the weight of that full floor length skirt and you have a recipe for disaster. To add insult to injury...I had recently given birth to my youngest son and was still breast feeding him. My final fitting for the dress had been about five weeks before the wedding, I wasn't thrilled about the fit but given my over blessed breasts this was as good as it was going to get.
The day before the wedding my youngest son had surgery on his eyes and I was not personally able to pick up my gown and had another bridesmaid pick it up for me and take it to the chapel. You can see where this is going right? Two hours before the wedding, time to get dressed after a morning of hair and nail appointments and all sorts of pampering... my ever changing breastfeeding mammory glands decided that they were going to spill out the top of the already cleavage enhancing dress. *insertpaperbagsmileyhere* Everyone tried to assure me that it didn't look that bad and that I had to just deal with it and not freak out...no one was going to notice....right. Well all through the ceremony was fine and walking down the isle I tried not to run or use the flowers in a completely new manner right up under my chin ;) Well during the reception my sweet little four year old was getting tired and restless, without thinking I leaned over and picked him up and held him all through dinner and after dinner laid him on the floor, where he slept the rest of the night. Dancing and all the wedding pictures with that dress that I constantly was trying to pull up was quite embarassing in itself and I vowed to burn the dress as to never be tempted to be a southern belle again.
It wasn't until two weeks later that I got a package in the mail that contained copies a few of the pictures taken at the wedding and another small envelope that written on the front was "Don't worry we didn't send these to everyone" which of course prompted me to think WTF?Inside were half a dozen pictures of me sitting at the table with my son...top of my areolas showing for all to see in technicolor! I wanted to die knowing that I sat at that table with Jared on my lap for more than an hour with no idea I was exposed and no one said a THING. To this day I still hope they didn't notice and I certainly have never asked around to find out.
I would have to say that my most embarassing moment would have to have been during a wedding I was in many many years ago.
I was wearing this huge southern belle dress (I will save you all the eye damage from the pictures). My oldest son was 4 at the time and was the ring bearer, now he looked adorable in his little tux. Well this wedding was not a small affair to say the least, there were 7 brides maids, all wearing these huge off the shoulder blue dresses with heavy full skirts and hooped underskirts. For starters, being the well endowed girl that I am anything that doesn't have a strong sturdy strap is scary. Add to that the weight of that full floor length skirt and you have a recipe for disaster. To add insult to injury...I had recently given birth to my youngest son and was still breast feeding him. My final fitting for the dress had been about five weeks before the wedding, I wasn't thrilled about the fit but given my over blessed breasts this was as good as it was going to get.
The day before the wedding my youngest son had surgery on his eyes and I was not personally able to pick up my gown and had another bridesmaid pick it up for me and take it to the chapel. You can see where this is going right? Two hours before the wedding, time to get dressed after a morning of hair and nail appointments and all sorts of pampering... my ever changing breastfeeding mammory glands decided that they were going to spill out the top of the already cleavage enhancing dress. *insertpaperbagsmileyhere* Everyone tried to assure me that it didn't look that bad and that I had to just deal with it and not freak out...no one was going to notice....right. Well all through the ceremony was fine and walking down the isle I tried not to run or use the flowers in a completely new manner right up under my chin ;) Well during the reception my sweet little four year old was getting tired and restless, without thinking I leaned over and picked him up and held him all through dinner and after dinner laid him on the floor, where he slept the rest of the night. Dancing and all the wedding pictures with that dress that I constantly was trying to pull up was quite embarassing in itself and I vowed to burn the dress as to never be tempted to be a southern belle again.
It wasn't until two weeks later that I got a package in the mail that contained copies a few of the pictures taken at the wedding and another small envelope that written on the front was "Don't worry we didn't send these to everyone" which of course prompted me to think WTF?Inside were half a dozen pictures of me sitting at the table with my son...top of my areolas showing for all to see in technicolor! I wanted to die knowing that I sat at that table with Jared on my lap for more than an hour with no idea I was exposed and no one said a THING. To this day I still hope they didn't notice and I certainly have never asked around to find out.