Over the years people have shared freaky, eerie, scary stories involving their clothes. Clothing items can be tricksters at your expense! Nothing’s worse then when a yoga pant chooses just the right moment to embarrass you like crazy.
I’ve documented one of my nightmare fashion stories, which played out in the daytime hours. It was the time a pair of yesterday’s panties fell out of my pant leg while walking down a busy street on the Sonoma Square. Horror stricken are the words I’d use to describe my response. (If you’re curious about how yesterday’s panties can fall out of a pant leg, read about my panty pranks.)
In the spirit of Halloween, let me share some of the ghoulish tales of clothes gone awry that were told to me. Watch out, there’s a real eerie story at the end that will have you believing in ghosts. Maybe you have one of those stories, too. You must, must, must leave it in the comments!
Yoga pants striking out on their own from Julie
This happened to me a couple of years ago at a yoga class. I had bought a new pair of yoga pants which I’d tried on at the store but hadn’t given them the “bend over” test. So I got to class and the first big forward fold we did, I could feel a breeze on my upper gluts!
To make matters worse, I had worn a thong which was now announcing itself to half the class behind me. I felt like a female plumber! I moved to the back of the class, and then ironically, the teacher had us all turn around and face the back wall for the second half of class, exposing me once more. Needless to say, those “plumber” pants never saw the light of day again.
Tricks from Connie
I got this great new corporate suit, my first real pinstripe suit. I’m in the corporate world traveling around the U.S. giving product seminars. I’ve practiced and practiced, but still feel a bit nervous. But having my new suit bolsters my confidence. “My new suit, my new suit,” I think to myself.
I made my presentation in front of a group of 75 people. The crowd swarmed up to me afterwards. I’m thinking, “Praise is coming, I did a great job. I am Olympian in the presentation of my product and my image!” Five people surrounded me and then grabbed for my left underarm. I had left the tags on the suit!
Horror of Horrors from Susan
I was at the Strawberry Bluegrass music festival near Yosemite over Labor Day weekend a few years ago. On Sunday mornings they have this early morning gospel concert down by the lake. People bring their low lawn chairs and sit down by the grass. It’s mobbed with people of all ages, including families with kids. They have a yoga class afterwards.
Early in the morning it’s cold and foggy so I had yoga clothes on but put sweats over them. I was sitting in my lawn chair singing and clapping. The sun came out and I got hot so I stood up to take off my sweats. I was half paying attention, half listening to the music as I was doing it. I didn’t realize I’d pulled everything down, my yoga pants included. I was mooning everyone behind me at the gospel concert.
When I realized what I’d done, I was half hoping that maybe no one saw it. I turned around trying to pull up the yoga pants while still getting out of the sweats and people were laughing and clapping at me. I was mortified.
Spooky from Cynthia
Back in the day, when I normally didn’t spend $250 on jeans, I bought my first pair of really pricey jeans at a chic little boutique in Burlingame. They were hot, they were cutting edge and I had to have them. I came home feeling horribly guilty about all the money I’d spent. I hid them in my trunk for three days before sneaking them into the back of my closet. I left the tags on, just in case my guilt got the better of me. There they hung for about another week when my bargain-conscious alter-ego decided to pop into Marshall’s one afternoon.
On a side note, my dad, who had passed away only a month before, had always complained about my spending all my money on clothes. OK, so back to Marshall’s. I walked in to return something that afternoon. I handed the sales clerk my bag, and she gave me a claim ticket. I looked at it and found that it was number 27, which was sort of weird as 27 had been a hugely significant number in my family, particularly to my dad. This, of course, immediately made me think of him. Just then, I turned around to begin my shopping and saw something that nearly took my breath away. There were my designer jeans, the exact ones I bought only 10 days earlier at the trendy boutique, and they were $125 cheaper!
Wait, there’s more. I only saw one pair and they were my size! OK, that should be all there is to this story, but no, here is the really weird part. The hanger on the jeans (which I still have in my possession today) had a piece of masking tape on it which read “9/9/08,” the date of my father’s death.
To this day, I think my dad had something to do with that whole thing. Needless to say, I bought that pair and returned the others. I wore them with pride as if they were a gift from my dearly departed dad. I know, it’s creepy, but I really had a good feeling about it. I missed my dad so much and I felt as if this was his way of telling me that he would still be watching out for me.
Okay, I’m ready to hear from you. What awkward positions have your clothes put you in? Please share!