The Georgia Girls of In Good Company want to know: Tell about your worst, really embarassing moment.
I am the first of six kids. You probably already know this if you've been hanging out for any length of time, but that means that I have a pretty high tolerance for embarassment. Lord knows, my brothers have been working on it for years and I've developed a pretty thick skin because of it.
However, I have been embarassed in the last year! If you'll recall, I went to Korea last October to attend my little brother's wedding in Seoul. I was presented with an absolutely beautiful hanbok (traditional Korean dress) to wear to the wedding.
It's not a terribly complicated thing to put on. There's a slip-corset kind of thing to go on under the dress (as well as long underwear made of ver lightweight material). The first one was too small, so we got a bigger one - which was also quite tight. I couldn't really bend over in it which made getting my shoes on and off quite an ordeal so I had to have my own shoe helper - basically anyone I could snag to either take my shoes off or put them back on... but that's not the embarassing part.
Over the top of the underskirt is my blue skirt. It's attached to a bib-like structure, so it's kind of like putting on wraparound overalls. The key word here is "wrap". Once you have the skirt on and tied off, the jacket goes on, which hid a multitude of sins for me. Except one.
Because I'm so big, the skirt that wrapped around had very little overlap. I didn't think about that. So I'm walking around hannok (traditional village where the wedding was held), with my (thankfully) slip-covered rear end exposed as the not-big-enough overlap flapped open in the wind.
I probably would have gone on that way all day, but for Uncle's wife. She doesn't speak english, but her meaning was plain when she grabbed one side of my skirt, pulled it across the vast expanse of my rear and "told" me to hold on to it. Yeah. My face was a little red that day.