Monday, November 22, 2010

Ohhh Ahhh!

I put quite some effort in getting ready to look respectable – hard for me –I had a function I wanted to be at and it was important that I looked credible as I was intending to hand a copy of my book to one of Australia’s top commentators – and if I made a good impression it might be that he would help me promote my book

So a special black dress and a special pair of – as the advertisement said “guaranteed to make you look 10lbs slimmer” shiny black underpants - you know, those ones that go right up high and down your legs so there are no ridges and bulges, and over that to top it all off even stockings – because the old legs are white and marked by life’s tracks and ways and not quite the ticket for such a gathering. If I wear stockings once in ten years its an event.

It was a fair walk to the bus which was to take us all the hour and half trip – then a fair walk to the event...so far nothing wrong. As I was being signed in at the front door I looked around at the large gathering of well over a hundred people who were already gathered, all eating nibbles and drinking plonk – all noting each new entrance – hailing those they knew and sizing up those they didn’t know.

I looked around to see if my target had arrived – he had in the past written many columns on medical issues and especially covered research being done on disable people – something not many had covered.

As I bent down to sign the book I felt some constriction just above my knees. What the? I ran my hands discretely down my leg to feel - horror of horrors my stockings had slid all the way down unnoticed over the ling shiny “guaranteed to make you look 10lbs slimmer” underpants and were hovering just ready to drop into full public vision.

Panic – not a good look on a middle aged woman – in younger years I might have just let them drop, hoiked them over my shoulders and laughed it off – inviting and daring others to laugh with and at me – but not now – the rules have changed and I did need to look worthy of the gathering.

I asked the woman at the table where were the toilets, and she pointed airily at the standing crowd of nibblers and drinkers, “You have to go right through them and on the other side is the toilet.” No way was I going to make it even if I dolly stepped holding one side up and looking like a crazy woman.

I leant in and told her I was about to drop my pantyhose right there and then and please help! I was not going to make it through the crowd which consisted of politicians, news people and some locals who I had locked swords with in the past and who would have loved to ensure my embarrassment would be duly and publicly noted.

She waved me to the nearby kitchen – which was close by. There was a man and woman in there but luckily the man left – explaining my situation to the highly amused woman she told me to go into the pantry which was at least private. I reefed the stockings way up and anchored them into the top of the underpants so they would at least hold till I could get to the toilet and fix the problem – the problem was the pants were so slippery that the stockings would not stay on them and every movement I made moved them down down down...they don’t tell you that in the add.

I crossed through the crowd saying hello to this one and that and maintaining my dignity made it to the only toilet. Once there off with my shoes, off with the stockings, off with the offending pants and back on with the stockings – because I had to wear them as I hadn’t shaved and we come from a hairy lot in our family.

I was aware I was occupying the only toilet and no doubt there would be a small line by the time I made myself look respectable again – I looked all flushed and messed up in the mirror and nothing like the image (false of course) I wanted to have.

I whacked the large “guaranteed to make you look 10lbs slimmer” undies in my small handbag, mentally reminding myself to be very careful when taking my purse out so as not to drag the pants out with them, as they took up most of the inside of the bag. I was acutely aware of them in my bag all night and of how uncomfortable are panty hose, but especially without underpants.

My eldest sister quipped when I told her “Hm! Quite ready for action!” but there is more than one reason for a lady such as I to carry her undies in her handbag – whilst out at night.

And yes I did give my book to the commentator and he held it under his arm for the rest of the night...even making sure its title could be seen when the official photos were taken – something I saw him do purposely.

Hopefully he will be in touch. Maybe I should have let the stockings drop so as to make me more memorable to him!

9 comments:

Andrew said...

I am quite pleased to be a male at times. Bit of a laugh, although not at the time.

Mom said...

Thanks for today's giggle.

Maggie May said...

You look lovely! I need undergarments for after my baby is born, thanks for the reminder :)

Anne said...

Holy hell - I could have written that, it's the type of thing that happens to me!!!

Anonymous said...

too funny!

Linda J

Middle Child said...

Andrew - its sort of like how you'd feel if the zip in your fly broke at the start of the work day.

Mom - my pleasure

Maggie May - Scrub up reasonably for an old chick -

Anne - but alls well that ended well

Anon - freakin hilarious

FoxyMoron said...

But couldn't you put the slinky undies back on OVER the pantyhose? Good save, hope it was worth it all!

karisma said...

OH MY GOD! You are too funny! I knew I did not wear those things for a reason! As much as I am whinging about my fat lately, I will let it hang out along with my hairy legs thanks! LOL

Big hugs, thanks for the evenings entertainment dear!

And trust Foxy to come up with a sensible solution. I would have thrown the lot in the bin!

PS I have finally discovered this blog of yours after following the faeries for so long! LOL!

Middle Child said...

Foxymoron - these undies were a real struggle to get into to start with - the thought of taking the time and energy wasn't worth it realising I had been in the toilet and had a line up

in the bin is where they belong - will just let it all hang out in future
karisma