What is the precise moment that you become aware of something so embarrassing and how do you react...
On an outing prior to Christmas I wore clothing in a colour rapidly becoming my favourite shade or 'non-shade' ...black or black on white. I have this lovely cap sleeve silky blouse that is a black and white floral print. Pairs nicely with black gabardine pants. A black camisole is worn under the blouse and because the winter season was upon us I donned a three quarter sleeve black cotton cardigan. On said trip, for whatever reason, I inspected the front of my blouse...I could have sworn the blouse had buttons. We travelled for quite sometime and the fact that the buttons were not visible was niggling in my brain. I once again inspected the blouse fingering the flap and feeling buttons but they weren't visible. I was wrestling in my brain about whether this blouse actually had visible buttons or were hidden under a flap. I yanked on the top of the blouse and peered down into the depths and saw the neat row of buttons on...the inside...of the blouse. It was then...the precise moment...my brain took me back to the gathering of people we had just left. Whether it be instinct or a desperate movement to hide I yanked on the cotton cardigan to wrap it around myself to cover the blouse and the realization and embarrassment creeping up my chin to my head (too late!). The blouse was inside out. Oh, the horror. I did a thorough examination of the garment when we finally arrived home and realized that the material looked the same inside as out and the only telltale sign would have been the buttons. Thank heavens the cardigan hid the tag which was free as a bird on the outside of the blouse. This only compares to the embarrassment you feel if you have a booger hanging out your nose or you have food on your face AND your shirt! Why didn't I notice that the blouse was inside out and didn't I have to unbutton it to put it on? That would have saved a whole lot of fretting...but no the blouse fits quite nicely over the head (undoing all those buttons is a chore). That is an argument for another day. Quite frankly I don't think anyone noticed...phew!
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