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indigo_rose99Clothing malfunction.
Just the phrase makes me tense up enough to have a headache bloom at the base of my neck.
I think I'm prepared. I only wear new undergarments to teach. I always carry a sewing kit. I choose clothing for its ability to handle me being cold or hot without embarrassing me. And still I can be caught off guard.
A few months ago I realized while talking to a student that wearing the more form-fitting button down shirts comes with some inherent dangers. I handled this by buying a really attractive almost-skin-colored lace and silk camisole to wear under mine. The straps have a tendency to slide, but otherwise it worked out well. Until today. Today, I heard/felt that disconcerting popping noise when I lifted my arm about an hour into class. *sigh* About a half hour later I realized I needed to casually tuck the dangling strap into the back of my pants. Yep. Act casual. No one is looking. Really.
I left lunch early to sew it back on. A lack of safety pins (thankyou TSA!) had me tying it to my bra strap with thread to keep the same thing from happening again. And of course I had to cut the thread with my teeth.
Just the phrase makes me tense up enough to have a headache bloom at the base of my neck.
I think I'm prepared. I only wear new undergarments to teach. I always carry a sewing kit. I choose clothing for its ability to handle me being cold or hot without embarrassing me. And still I can be caught off guard.
A few months ago I realized while talking to a student that wearing the more form-fitting button down shirts comes with some inherent dangers. I handled this by buying a really attractive almost-skin-colored lace and silk camisole to wear under mine. The straps have a tendency to slide, but otherwise it worked out well. Until today. Today, I heard/felt that disconcerting popping noise when I lifted my arm about an hour into class. *sigh* About a half hour later I realized I needed to casually tuck the dangling strap into the back of my pants. Yep. Act casual. No one is looking. Really.
I left lunch early to sew it back on. A lack of safety pins (thankyou TSA!) had me tying it to my bra strap with thread to keep the same thing from happening again. And of course I had to cut the thread with my teeth.
