The wrap-around skirt.

Several days ago I arranged to meet a new mentor for my youngest son at our home. Running behind, I zipped into my driveway right as he also pulled up to the curb.

I quickly got out of the car and walked across the lawn, to meet this mentor of a man that I do not know, and whom I’ve never met.

As I get to the middle of the street, I suddenly I feel my skirt slide OFF MY BODY. This particular skirt is silk. It’s made of sari material and is floaty and lovely in all the ways a silk skirt can be. Until it wasn’t.

In absolute panic I stop walking. Fight or flight led to no choice but freeze. Freeze forced my arms to be pinned to my sides. My hands filled with keys, my phone and dumb Stanley, my brain refused to acknowledge my skirt is not around me AT ALL in the back. 

As I’m trying to keep it together here, in all the ways, with a new guy in front of me, a skirt not all the way around me, I have a charming 15 year old in all his glory yelling, “MAMA WHY IS YOUR WHOLE ASS HANGING OUT?!”

If I could have had the choice to vaporize I would have. Instead I had a moderately helpful teen (who was done announcing my wardrobe malfunction to the neighborhood) take my things as I grasped around behind my back with one hand trying to find even a shred of elusive fabric to cover myself.

There is no moral to the story here. No lessons learned (other than maybe a safety pin might be in order next time.) It’s just a story of a day in the life of a mom who (sort of) wore a silk skirt.