I'm going to tell you about my embarrassing moment today, which I actually - for some bizarre reason - didn't get nearly as mortified about as you would think.
My aunt passed away last week and today was her funeral. I had recently bought a skirt while thrift shopping and had decided to wear it to the funeral. I never wear skirts or dresses. Up until the past few weeks, I didn't even own any. But I wanted something kind of dressy for the cruise and had picked up this skirt while looking for shorts. So this was the first time in several years that I've worn a skirt.
When I arrived at the church, there was a young guy and a younger boy outside. I walked around them, grabbed the door and as I opened it I felt like something was wrong. Like parts of my body were colder than I would think they should be. With my free hand I feel around my hip and notice there is no skirt there... my skirt had fallen down past my bottom! I look up, see my cousin (luckily one that I'm close to), grab my skirt, mouth "OH MY GOD!" and swing the door shut while trying to hike up my skirt... trying to ignore the fact that not only are there two males possibly staring at my backside (thank goodness for opaque tights is all I have to say) but who knows who else might have arrived in the parking lot.
Properly dressed again, I opened the door again and walked in like nothing had happened. My cousin is cracking up and my father is just shaking his head saying "I didn't just see that." Another cousin (my aunt's granddaughter) came up to me and gave me a hug and said "Thank you so much, you have no idea how much I needed that." I think that helped me to not be too embarrassed... at least it provided a little comic relief to an otherwise somber event. I'm just glad that (as far as I know) only 3 people witnessed it (not counting the guys outside).
When I was in the restroom, making sure my skirt was securely tucked into my tights' waistband, I noticed that it had been taken in at some point. Apparently the material stretches out as you wear it. I will have to alter it if I ever plan to wear it again... revise the waistband and put some elastic in there I guess. Or maybe this is just a sign that I don't need to wear skirts at all....
Aside from that, it was a lovely service and I got to see family and friends that I hadn't seen in a very long time. One of my aunt's sons is a pastor, so I got to hear him preach for the first time and his sons sing. It was all very beautiful.
The funeral was held at the church I grew up in. It looks very different... it's expanded greatly since I was a kid. The whole area is different. But it was definitely a walk down memory lane driving out there and seeing people who watched me grow up. It made me miss being a kid and miss my Grandma and Pawpaw. Sometimes I cringe about the goofy and dorky things little Jenny did, but who doesn't? Obviously I'm still doing goofy and dorky things, but I stopped letting people call me Jenny long ago. I don't think I'd mind so much anymore, though.