It’s a holiday, so I will dress a little nicer then the usual jogging pants and
long sleeve tee.

I retrieve one of my favorite skirts out of the closet, still pinned to the wire
hanger covered in plastic sitting in waiting since it’s pick up from our
neighborhood cleaner.

Gee the waist band looks a little stretched, but maybe it’s because I lost
some weight, it just seems to appear kind of wide.

And here I am standing in the welcoming area, listening to a conversation
about people taking notice of how I dress, always coordinated,
understated, in my personal individual bohemian style. It was all very
complimentary.

As I said, today is a holiday. I am scheduled to read (along with some
others) from our prayer books. As I walk to the microphone, my favorite
skirt feels a little loose. Not thinking too much about it, I proceed to read
my portion aloud. On the walk back to my seat, the bottom of my skirt is
now touching my ankles. Did I mention the length of my favorite brown
skirt with two giant patch pockets usually sits a little below the knee
probably known in today’s fashion world as mid length?

By the time I reach my seat I realize the skirt has slipped, the waist has
now landed around my thighs. I am seated in my seat in lace panties.
OMG, how do I dress myself, pick up the dragging skirt without standing
and adjusting. My seat is in an exposed area, every one would see if I
stand up and begin tucking myself in, and trying to pull the skirt up to
where it belongs cannot be accomplished while sitting.

In the next moment, the group is standing, and (please someone), tell me
how to pull this catastrophe off?
So much for the compliments showered on my style of dress earlier.

Somehow with much movement and as little chaos I could muster I
manage to stand recovering my properly dressed persona.
And now how do I quietly sneak out, pass the large group gathering,
trying to be unnoticed?

I feel like a little kid after falling into a dirty mud puddle with my new
shoes, sheepishly walking into the kitchen having to face my Mom.
A quick exit has me laughing by myself at myself all the way on the drive
home.

Planning to go out again, I change to another colorful skirt, of course now
carefully checking the waistband.

Staring into the very varied display of dairy specifically the yogurt choices,
I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder, turning, has me facing another lovely
elder whispering “ I love your skirt and you look very nice.”

Smiling and thanking her for the sweet compliment, I turn back to the
yogurt laughing and saying to myself, “You should have seen me an hour
ago.”

your friend,

dorys