Don't Get Your Knickers In A Twist!

I thought that this morning I would share an embarrassing moment with you.

On Saturday I went into town with Phil to get out of the house and also to get a little bit of exercise as I seem to spending a lot of time on the sofa lately (thank goodness I work from home).

I had to hold onto Phil's arm as we navigated around the high street as I felt quite dizzy.  It was quite disorientating as people walked towards and around us, I felt as though I was floating or as if I was walking on jelly (that's jello for my friends across the pond) and it seemed as though everyone else was whizzing by at high speed.

However, it was nice to be out despite the way I was feeling and so I decided to take advantage of being in town and pop into a well-known clothing shop to buy some new jeans.

I grabbed a couple of pairs in different styles and headed to the changing room to try them on.  I selected the first cubicle, pulled the flimsy curtain closed and undressed.

Now, I need to digress a little here as I want to tell you about something that happened to someone very close to me, which had an impact on the way I dress.

This person had a horrible sporting accident that resulted in them having to be taken to hospital in an ambulance.  Though this person had awful injuries (that staff said looked like the result of a motorcycle accident) one of the main things that horrified her was that her underwear was old and full of holes and she was embarrassed.


It made me chuckle at the time because we are so similar in the way we think and I would have felt equally mortified.  Thankfully she made a full recovery from both her injuries and embarrassment. Ever since I have always made sure that my underwear is pretty and matching (you never know if you're going to get in an accident).

This Saturday I was very glad for this because you see as I lifted my leg to put into the jeans I completely lost my balance, stumbled backwards and fell BOTTOM FIRST through the curtain.  My bum (and thankfully pretty knickers) on full display.  I quickly jumped back into my cubicle and spent the rest of the time leaning my bottom on the side wall to avoid more tipping over.

Of course, being the changing room closest to the door meant that I would have been in full view of the people in the store (and husbands waiting for their wives/girlfriends) and who knows if they saw anything but I just walked out with my head down and eyes on the floor, too embarrassed to make eye contact with anyone.

Mental  note to dizzy self: always lean on something hard when trying on clothes.

So enough about me, how are YOU?