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Scary fashion stories in time for Halloween

Scary stories

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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.


A scary relative of mine called Caitlin

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.


Ghosts tell stories

Are you freaked out yet?


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!


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    October 22, 2018 at 8:46 pm

    About 25 years ago I was a young Civil Engineer working as a construction Manager on a large highway construction project. I was the only woman on the job site. I was running late for a meeting with several of the construction crew and rushed to go to the bathroom while they were already waiting at our conference table with the plans spread out. They were all on one side of the table and I walked to the other side facing them. After a few minutes of talking, I leaned over to point something out on the plans and something didn’t feel right…I looked down and in my hurry, I had forgotten to zip up my pants and one of my shirttails was sticking out! I turned my back on them, zipped up and turned back and picked up the conversation like nothing had happened. No one laughed, no one ever mentioned it. Haha! Always calm under pressure!

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    October 23, 2018 at 6:23 am

    To keep my closet organized I always move clothing no longer wanted to another closet in my home for my annual rummage sale. This system has worked well for me over the years. When free time presents itself I then tag the item with the price I will sell it for. Fast forward to an evening when I needed a warm coat for an evening basketball game my son was playing in. I was in a hurry so grabbed a coat that was in my rummage sale pile. I then proceeded to attend the game with a $5 tag displayed on the front of the coat. A kind friend pointed out the tag at the end of the game. I was mortified!

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    October 23, 2018 at 6:52 am

    I can relate to leaving tags on my clothes and my husband is the one that always points it out to me. But worse is when my right breast prosthetic doesn’t stay where it’s supposed to and ends up in the middle of my chest. My sister and I had a good laugh over that one two weeks ago. It’s almost like a third eye when there are only two 😉

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    October 23, 2018 at 2:39 pm

    What brilliant stories Brenda! I am sorry, I still think first prize goes to the lady with ‘yesterday’s panties’ making a reveal in the street. Congratulations! Lovely post xxxxxx

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    Elaine @ Following Augustine
    October 23, 2018 at 3:31 pm

    I agree with TJ! Brenda, you gave me the best laugh I’ve had in a very long time.

    Not my story, but similar to Connie’s… it was maybe half an hour before my son’s wedding was to begin when the best man discovered that the store where he’d bought his brand new light grey suit had failed to remove the anti theft tag from the jacket. There was no way to hide it! What should we do? We’d all heard the stories about these tags containing ink that would spill out on the clothes if tampered with. No one knew if the stories were true, but who wants to take a chance with a brand new suit moments before a wedding? Guest were beginning to assemble and there was no time to return to the store. Fortunately, someone was able to call the store. Not only were they assured that there was no nasty ink lurking in the device, but they were also given helpful advice about how to pry it off. The wedding went ahead with no more glitches and the guys will have something to laugh about for years to come!

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    Katherine Cramer
    October 24, 2018 at 12:22 am

    My spouse, Rob pulled out his rental tux the morning of our noon wedding. No bow tie! I was not with him as I was already at the Santa Clara Mission Church. We were over an hour away from home in Oakland. The guys figured it out. My oldest brother gave up his tie (burgundy not black) since he owned his own tux. Imagine my surprise. One thing I had been firm on was black only ties. 26 years later, an Artist friend photoshopped the close-up so I finally have a remembrance as intended.

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    Kim Akey
    October 24, 2018 at 4:56 am

    Back in the early 70’s I was at a disco with my best friend! I was wearing a purple halter top maxi dress and feeling like the cat’s meow. We were out on the well lit dance floor, dancing without a care in the world when I realized my top had come untied and my left breast was bared for all to see. I rushed off the dance floor and remained hidden in the dark shadows at my table for the rest of the evening.

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    October 25, 2018 at 1:54 pm

    Oh these all make me laugh! Mine involved a handkerchief skirt. I naturally thought I had all of the hemline pulled up when using the restroom; however. I guess I didn’t. I left the restroom and felt water dripping down my leg. A waiter politely pointed out that my skirt was dripping water in a trail from the bathroom! What can I say?! Stuff happens!

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      October 27, 2018 at 4:45 pm

      Oh Kathy, I’m laughing with you! I’ve done the same thing with hanging parts of an outfit but thankfully, only at home. Thanks for sharing!

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    October 27, 2018 at 6:26 pm

    As a teen, I made most of my own clothes, so I decided to make my own swimsuits. The first, a cute cotton knit fabric, made a very flattering one-piece, but when I jumped into the pool at a party, it ballooned into a huge bag. I had to do some elaborate swimming to get to the shallow end and keep it draped about me as I very slowly emerged from the water. The next year, I crocheted a cute cotton string bikini, not realizing that the cotton would–you guessed it–swell and stretch when it got wet. Fortunately, I was swimming in a lake that time and could get a friend to toss me a towel before I got out. I switched to buying my swimsuits ever after.

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