{The see through dress}

On Sunday I wore a cream colored linen dress with my favorite leather gladiators and a new belt to church. It was one of those days you feel really good about your outfit. In the car I realized I got some pink lipstick on the hem of my dress (something I would soon realize would be the least of my problems) so as soon as I got to church I b-lined to the bathroom trying to redeem the stain. Then I saw it. I realized the horror. My dress was completely transparent. I was wearing a tank top, but past that... hello legs! I was totally mortified with no solution in sight. I live 25 minutes away from the church so going home to change wasn't an option, either. So I quickly made my way to college group classroom. I stood against the wall with my purse hugging my hip and my Bible being a protection for my front, as I waited for a seat. I confided my dilemma in Carrie, and she sympathized. And really- what else can you do?

I sat down for Scott's lesson trying to focus on what he was saying... but my mind kept wandering (more like running) back to this problem. All of the sudden I had a marvelous epiphany! I had to fix it, and I couldn't want to wait until Scott was done, because everyone would be walking around in the packed hallways and I knew everyone would see. So car keys in hand I quietly left to my car. I remember 2 weeks ago I had purchased a yard and a half a black swimsuit fabric- and of course it was still in my car. I got that and again b-lined to the bathroom, quietly avoiding the few greeters and security team in the foyer. I wrapped the fabric around me twice and tucked it very carefully under my belt. If I moved even ever so slightly it would start to fall out and be seen at the hem of my dress. I walk carefully for the rest of church, sat of most of the time, and took lots of bathroom breaks to re-stuff my "slip." I was so afraid it was all going to fall out at once. I even had to leave service a few minutes early and was petrified to think that while walking out in the isle it would fall out for everyone to see.The second I got home, and I mean that SECOND, all the fabric slipped out and laid there. A giant black puddle of fabric at my feet. Not a second too soon.

And such was my morning.