Life is hilarious at times.
I have a penchant for Little Black Dresses, or LBDs, as they’re called by my female brethren. I like them because they are appropriate for dates, weddings, funerals, job interviews, galas, auctions, awards dinners, horse racing (well, the viewing part), conferences, family functions, church, traveling, and pretty much any other occasion you can consider.
My closet has maybe 12 LBDs – some for summer months, some for winter. Some are dressier than others. These dresses are my go-to body armor when I need to look my best.
This morning I chose a cute sleeveless version. It has a peplum that conceals my shrinking tummy and a grosgrain bow at the side of my waist. I love this dress. It fits like a glove and looks like dynamite.
I can channel my mojo with this dress.
Accessorized with one of my favorite Murphee scarves, I feel like I am polished and ready to deal with the highs and lows of Cincinnati humidity and blasting air conditioning.
My recent running jag and related FitBit obsession has encouraged me to add steps to my day whenever possible, and that means stepping away from the desk at least once an hour to fill my Tervis tumbler with water, run to the restroom or check my mailbox in the office.
All of the little trips add up to about 1,500 steps a day, or about 10 percent of my daily goal.
While in the restroom I checked my side profile, as most ladies do, and noticed something most unfortunate.
I had a hole in my dress – in the seam right around my bum.
The fabric puckered out a bit on my behind, and I knew that beyond standing stick straight, there was a good chance this niggling hole could gape open into a great game of peek-a-boo.
Does this happen in real life? Yes, why, yes it does.
I thought about running home, walking to Walgreen’s – a number of solutions to mend this situation. None of them were speedy and all of them were an opportunity to give someone a sneak peek of my posterior.
A colleague of mine and I scrounged around the receptionist desk and found one needle and a tiny spool of white thread. I grabbed a Sharpie and headed back to the restroom-cum-seamstress shop and stitched up the hole, drawing marker on any noticeable white stitches.
LBD back in fighting form and ready for whatever the day serves up.
Tomorrow evening marks the start of Summerfair and the always enjoyable ladies-only Little Black Dress event. Tickets are going quickly; click here if you’d like to join Molly Wellman, Ginger Watson and me for a night of fun and fashion with some of your favorite ladies. See you there!