A few weeks ago my supervisor realized about mid-morning she’d put on mismatched shoes when she got dressed that morning. I told her that the one time* I wore mismatched shoes to work, I didn’t notice until I was about to go home.
*maybe that should be “the one time that I know of…”
Which is, I’m sure, why no one mentioned it to you. They thought it was a fashion statement and they just weren’t hip enough to realize it was “in”. At least, that’s the logical conclusion those of us among the fashion-impaired would draw.
It’s 8:34pm and I’ve just realized that having the hiccups (due to being just a little buzzed) makes it difficult to type coherently… 
You can get them wholesale now? Man, have I ever been shopping the wrong places…
You mean nominally?
I have two “stupid things related to clothing stories”.
First one, I’m packing to go away for the weekend, and I can’t find my lilac bra anywhere. It’s not in the drawer, it’s not in the laundry. It’s not on the clothes drier, it’s not in the washing machine. It hasn’t fallen down the back of the drawer, nor has it fallen behind the laundry basket. Just as I’m on the verge of accusing Crusoe of having stolen it, he asks, jokingly, “you’re not wearing it are you?”. Open shirt, look down…oh. Yes. Yes I am.
Second one was just the other day, and I’m getting ready for work. Grab a pair of socks, sit down, put on right sock, put on right shoe. Look for left sock. Left sock is missing. Check floor. No. Check under bed in case I’ve kicked it under there. No. Check drawer in case I’d only picked up one sock. No. Figure it’ll turn up eventually, grab another pair of socks. Go to put them on aaaaaand…left sock is already on left foot. And I hadn’t noticed.
When at 27 you can’t dress yourself unassisted, it’s something of a cause for concern.
Amateurs!
Six weeks ago, I’ve walked the length of the Amsterdam Central Station up and down* twice. *
With my skirt in the back, where I couldn’t see it, somehow tied up in its own waistband, exposing my white grannypanties and black pantyhose.
In the end, a girl jogging by alerted me, bless her heart. Now, Aanamika, do you feel better? 
:smack:
I meant to do that! To see, to see, if anyone caught me! YEAH!
Maastricht, I am always sooooo careful about things like that because I am petrified that will happen to me one day. I feel your pain!
I check my skirt almost obsessively for that exact thing, when I’m wearing one. I once ran full-speed down an office hallway in heels, chasing a woman out of the ladies’ room to tell her she’d tucked her skirt into her pantyhose. I only hope someone will do the same for me, when (not if, I know better than that) I end up in that situation.
’mika as soon as you get your sweater on right, please answer your page over here.
heh…a few years ago at the thanksgiving day game in detroit, there was this couple sitting in front of us. now, our party consisted of a couple, two of my friends (male) and this girl (that was amorous with the younger of the two male friends of mine). anywhoot, the female half of the couple in front of us had a touch of a wardrobe malfunction…and yes, the couple was slightly intoxicated as well. her thong was kinda coming out the back of her pants…either it was up or her pants were a little down, or a combination of the two…and she was cute, too. so we (the four guys behind her) kept pointing and giggling and talking about it…and just generally checking up on it every few minutes to make sure it was still there…cause it was kinda hot. so of COURSE the two gals with us had to group together and tell on us. they told her that her thong was sticking out…so she turned around and feigned embarrassment and general upsettedness and chastized us for staring at her ass. of course, we denied the entire thing…until she asked me what color the football on the field was…i replied “um…it’s pink…and lacy…” her male half laughed heartily about it, because he noticed it when she left the house and decided not to tell her either.
a good laugh was had by all. except the females.
But you were doing it as an experiment for Glamour magazine, right, to see what people would do, right? Right? Yeah, that’s it.
gigi, dear, I am a walking experiment for Glamour magazine. 
Do you own a black bar mask like I do ? :smack:
…that you don’t know where your children are?