zippers

while getting ready for church this am, i broke the zipper on one of my only dresses! i guess i'm a little bigger than i was the last time i wore it, but i am carrying a little one inside my belly. i was for sure i could make it work...oh well. hidden zippers just don't like me. this little incident took my mind back to another hidden zipper memory i had. entertain me by letting me tell you the story of my most embarrassing moment to date...

i walked into a cute little alteration store in habersham to pick up a bridesmaid's dress that i was wearing two days later. the sweet little hispanic man with limited english that had altered the dress for me asked me to try it on, with broken english and hand gestures, just to make sure it fit. so i tucked into the changing booth, slipped the dress on, walked out with a sign of acceptance on my face, twirled around in front of the mirror, and then tucked back into the booth to put my street clothes back on. if only it had been that easy. (you see, the dress was strapless, so naturally i tried it on without my upper undergarments on...since i didn't want sweet little hispanic man to see my brassiere and because i wanted to make sure the little black dress fit perfectly.)

while unzipping the dress it got stuck half way down. have i mentioned the dress did in fact fit perfectly? which means no room for error...no double cheeseburger meals until after the big day. well it did and when that zipper got stuck i tried to first pull the dress over my head...strike one. then i tried pulling it down past my waist...strike two. panic mode then set in. i tried moving the zipper up and then down...not a budge. so i walked out of the dressing room with my hands holding my dress to my chest and motioned to sweet little hispanic man that my zipper had just bit the dust. then i motioned that it wasn't coming off and i needed him to rip it off me. his face took on a shade of bright red and he shook his head, "no!" i then shook my head, "yes!" and said, "you have to. its broken and i can't get it off." so he tried to zip it himself...nothing! then i said, "come on, just rip it. its ok. i need you to rip it." he again shook his head, "no" and the shade of red on his face got a little deeper. remember now, he is being asked to rip off the only thing separating him from a sight of me in my birthday suit! bless his heart. i can still see the fear in his eyes. finally, i persuaded him to rip it off and after getting a seamster's tool i had never seen before off his desk, he pulled on the zip and off she came. after running back into the little booth to hide my nakedness from him, i put on my clothes and walked out with the dress in my hand. he took the dress from me, changed out the zipper, and sent me on my way. i will never forget how embarassing that moment was...and i'm sure he has tried to forget it ever since.

hope my story brightened your day. and remember, watch out for those hidden zippers! they can be little boogers sometimes.

*note to readers, my editor (a.k.a. hubby) will be out of the office for a few days, so forgive the grammatical errors or parts that don't make sense