Wardrobe Malfunction.

I have this dress from Old Navy that I love.  LOVE.  It’s super soft and comfortable, but it’s still cute and it has these little cap sleeves so I can still wear a good bra with it.  Bonus because these tatas aren’t holding themselves up for sure.  It’s great with a little sweater or on it’s own.  It’s the perfect casual little black dress.

That is until it ends up over your head in the middle of downtown Toledo.

During a very busy Friday lunch hour.

In front of one of your very favorite restaurants that you frequent often. 

{Holla Grumpy’s, so sorry if I scared your lunching customers by my mortification and screaming.} 

The thing is, this dress, it has a little swing to it.  It’s part of the awesomeness.  Take note:  It also means that if you happen to walk over a grate you are going to Marilyn the heck out of yourself.  Obviously, I’m careful about that, but I certainly didn’t anticipate the gust of wind that showed everyone on the street my boy cut undies. 

I started screaming for my mom, who was carrying Tate to the car since my hands were full.  Who, helpfully, started laughing at me as I frantically tried to pull the dress down and {unsuccessfully} prevent it from flying up again with each gust of wind.

It was less Marilyn and more spastic thirty-something running down the street trying to get the car door open fast enough to jump inside while carrying a to go box and purse and keys and phone.

Hot.

Yeah, yeah, go ahead and laugh.  Tell me your worst wardrobe malfunction so I feel better.

 

{Seriously, if you ever have the occasion to be in Toledo, you need to partake in lunch at Grumpy’s even if it means seeing my rear end on the street out front.}