So today I put on a brand new shirt, which was a $50.00 splurge! It had 5 buttons up to the top half and was fairly loose fitting, I loved it! I was all set to go and took one last look in the mirror and decided I would add a necklace (I was feeling spunky). Of course, as I lifted my arms to put the necklace on, my shirt tightened around my chest and guess what happened? That's right; the buttons spread apart and two holes appeared giving everyone a free Peep Show to my boobs. Sometimes, I wonder if designer's have cooked up some sort of conspiracy because every outfit I try to put together seem to have some sort of malfunction in the boob area! And, I don't know about you, but I like to keep my girls in check (i.e. in my shirt and not on display), but apparently that's not fashionable.
Anyway back to this morning; being always prepared for the inevitable wardrobe malfunction, I take my newly purchased shirt off and walk back into the bedroom where my husband looks at me as I lay the shirt on the bed, grab two little pins in hand and roll my eyes. He says "Friggen girl clothes!" How about that ladies; he has been paying attention and I'm super proud! I just had to brag a little. So I take my pins and start to work like a surgeon trying to secure the first pin directly in the middle of the fabric between the button holes while not letting the pin stick through the outer layer of fabric so that it won't show on the outside. AHA, got it! Now, I have to do the next one down aaaaaand done. Okay all set. Oops, not yet, forget to say the prayer...
"Dear Lord, Please don't let my seat belt pop open one of these pins while I'm driving and poke me in the boob. Please don't let the pins get caught in or on my bra while I'm in that meeting this afternoon. And Lord, since the only pins I had left were rusty and old pins, please, please, please, don't let me forget to take them out of my fifty dollar shirt before I wash it. I don't want to ruin my shirt. AMEN!"
"Dear Lord, Please don't let my seat belt pop open one of these pins while I'm driving and poke me in the boob. Please don't let the pins get caught in or on my bra while I'm in that meeting this afternoon. And Lord, since the only pins I had left were rusty and old pins, please, please, please, don't let me forget to take them out of my fifty dollar shirt before I wash it. I don't want to ruin my shirt. AMEN!"
Okay, ready!
"Bye honey have a good day"
"You too and good luck with that shirt"