I got stuck in a dress and I panicked…
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I was trying on a dress in a vintage store and found one that was gorgeous.
As I pulled it over my head I thought it might be a little too small – surely with a bit of a wiggle I could make it work.
Once again my trained eye did indeed deceive me. It was a little too snug around the hips.
Being the creative type (not really) I decided to turned the dress around so the zip was in the front thinking I could cut the bottom off and make it into a jacket.
Seeing as I don’t possess ANY dressmaking skills the answer was a firm no.
When I tried to take the dress off, my shoulders were stuck. Both shoulders.
So I am in the tiny cubicle with the two sizes too small dress on BACK TO FRONT.
The zip was undone to my belly button, bra exposed, arms rendered penguin style.
After deciding I could not live in the cubicle I weighed up the following options:
- Panic and start behaving like a maniac in a straight jacket;
- Rip the dress and pay for the humiliation;
- Kneel down on the floor and meekly call for help.
I took a full 5 minutes to complete Option 1. It was emotional and exhausting. FAIL
I have to admit I tried to rip the dress but due to my recent experiments with exercise my muscles were no longer listening to my brain. Option 2 OUT
So Option 3 it was. There was nothing left to do but to decide never to come back to this store or part of the city again. I got on my knees and begged for help.
Everyone was so helpful whilst I died. Dead.
As I made my way home in shock, I was comforted that I didn’t choose just to buy the dress and try it on at home.
I could only imagine the look on my poor husband’s face when he came home only to find me trapped in a dress waiting for him to release me.