Clothing Mishaps

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Tell me abt any mishaps you've experienced with clothing: rips, torn seams and so forth....

― MarkH (MarkH), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 12:36 (twenty-two years ago)

Today at work, the button came off the left cuff of my shirt. Not having a needle & thread abt my person to sew it back on (which would've involved taking my shirt off anyway, not something I would wish on my colleagues) I thought I would use a safety pin to hold it together.

No-one around me had one.

I considered emailing the whole building (350+ ppl). Then reconsidered. Then a colleague came to the rescue with...a tresury tag!

Treasury tags make v. good cufflinks!

― MarkH (MarkH), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 12:39 (twenty-two years ago)

I have a shirt where the buttons work themselves loose. I hadn't realised how bad this tendancy had got until I was sitting on the tube and looked down to see my shirt hanging open.

― Anna (Anna), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 12:43 (twenty-two years ago)

Oh shit. Why did I post that? It sounds like the start of bad porn.

― Anna (Anna), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 12:44 (twenty-two years ago)

"...all of a sudden I was in a dinghy in the middle of nowhere, being given an aggressive hand job by billy joel"

― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 12:45 (twenty-two years ago)

Is there any other kind? That Billy *sigh*

― Matt (Matt), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 12:47 (twenty-two years ago)

I have a dress like that, Anna. It buttons all the way up the front. Last time I wore it to work, all the buttons kept undoing themselves like popcorn. I would look down and 3 would be unpopped in a row. I was sure I would soon just be wearing my dress like a robe over my slip. I saved the day with a couple of safety pins.

― Sarah McLusky (coco), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 12:48 (twenty-two years ago)

a bloke here split the crotch of his trourser, and, lacking thread etc, took himslef off to a cublicle and stapled his trousers back together. Very smart

― chris (chris), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 12:52 (twenty-two years ago)

I managed to do (not on purpose) the lady blouse unpopping thing one time in a meeting with my boss but he didn't bat an eyelid. Maybe he didn't notice. Maybe he just wasn't interested.

― Emma, Wednesday, 21 May 2003 12:54 (twenty-two years ago)

Actually whilst at school the fashion for a while was for very tight pencil skirts. I think someone would split the seam at the back of their skirt at least every couple of days.

― Anna (Anna), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 12:56 (twenty-two years ago)

When I realise what I'm missing out on by being unemployed...

― Mark C (Mark C), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 12:58 (twenty-two years ago)

I used to have a dress like Anna's and Sarah's. I wore it to my grandmother's funeral. I stood with my family in a graveside receiving line. Just as the last person finished going through with the condolences and whatnot, I looked down and realized that the three buttons on the top of my dress had popped open, and the entire cemetery could see my cleavage.

I am ever so classy.

― Jodi (Celerina), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 13:06 (twenty-two years ago)

I went down to Princeton for some rock show. A bunch of kids were playing four square, so me and my friends joined in. I was wearing blue corduroy pants. They split open at the crotch. Insanely enough, the really awesomely hotttt girl who played four square with us still talked to me anyway.

― hstencil, Wednesday, 21 May 2003 13:12 (twenty-two years ago)

loooong way back before the dirty/distress'd denim fad began
(alright 4 years ago) i bought some helmut lang white paint
splattered jeans the first ones id evere seen.
the crotch came totally lose due to the
stitching and after 2 weks of safety pins and misery
our kid stormed into
selfridges manchester and got me all my money back in cash.
d beckham esq had by all accnts just that week bought the gold
paint splattered versions the man said.
i wonder if he had the same trouble ?

― piscesboy, Wednesday, 21 May 2003 13:15 (twenty-two years ago)

At some point in high school it became de riguer to wear your backpack over one shoulder only. This sometimes caused the hem of my skirt to ride up to waist level or so on the backpack side as the backpack brushed back and forth against my hip while walking from class to class.

― felicity (felicity), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 16:19 (twenty-two years ago)

I have also been in the same situation as MarkH. However I was able to sew the button back on my left cuff, without removing my shirt. (Doing the right hand button would have been much harder, due to my being right-handed.)

I always carry needle & thread in my briefcase. And safety pins.

― Not *really* smug, just experienced. (Mooro), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 17:12 (twenty-two years ago)

I always carry needle & thread in my briefcase. And safety pins.

― Not *really* smug, just experienced (Mooro), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 17:24 (twenty-two years ago)

Sorry!

― Mooro (Mooro), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 17:31 (twenty-two years ago)

I had just washed my jeans last night so they were still snug and I figured I could go out without a belt. At some point in the night, while sitting I felt around back and realized they had sunk low enough to show the top of my g-string. While I realize that this is a look many chixors work for, it was not the case for me. I felt rather trashy at that point.

― That Girl (thatgirl), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 17:36 (twenty-two years ago)

Oh, about the front buttons popping open. . .Run a stitch down the front and turn into a pullover.

― That Girl (thatgirl), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 17:43 (twenty-two years ago)

Every time I get an erection, the front seam of my pants violently explodes, revealing my throbbing manhood. It's really embarrassing.

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 17:46 (twenty-two years ago)

I remember once when I spilled bleach all over one of my shoes at work one night in the old restaurant days. It looked so cool, I tried to splash the other shoe in a similar way, but to a significantly less aesthetically pleasing effect.

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 17:52 (twenty-two years ago)

the room my high school had all its biology and chemistry classes in was divided in two; the front half was the classroom, and the back half (which was separated from the front by a divider and some steps) was where all experiments took place; loads of worktables and sinks and supplies and such. in advanced bio one day, i had on one of those front-closure bras underneath a button-up flannel shirt which wasn't tight, but which wasn't oversized, either. the clasp on the bra came undone in a quite obvious fashion just as my entire class got up from the desks in the classroom part to go into the back to do the day's experiments. i ended up hiding between desks for a few moments while i reanchored; thankfully, it didn't seem that anyone noticed.

my sister has been known to accidentally tuck her skirt into her tights and walk a couple of blocks down the street before noticing in the past. she's also older than me. :)

― janni (janni), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 18:00 (twenty-two years ago)

I have a dress that I love wearing and refuse to stop wearing; however any gust of wind and I'm suddenly gone all Marilyn in Seven Year Itch.

― Ally (mlescaut), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 18:16 (twenty-two years ago)

Um, can we have photos of these female underwear-related mishaps, please?

― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 18:48 (twenty-two years ago)

recreations, if necessary

― oops (Oops), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 18:55 (twenty-two years ago)

So many of these are *so* familiar. I also once stapled shut a skirt's burst seam. And then there was the time a bra strap broke while I was in public. I wound up pinning it into place temporarily with one of my earrings.

― j.lu (j.lu), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 18:57 (twenty-two years ago)

I was in a mate's house, sitting on his couch in a short sundress with spagetti straps, reached for the glass of wine he just put down for me, and....pop one of the straps broke.

Fortunately, twas tight enough, that it stayed up.

― Nichole Graham (Nichole Graham), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 19:10 (twenty-two years ago)

The zip broke on my trouser fly one sunny afternoon. I had no needle & thread and no other way of repairing it that wouldn't look obvious. With only a couple of hours to go, I resolved to remain glued to my desk until I could sneak out the office unnoticed at the end of the day.

Then the fire alarm went off.

― robster (robster), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 19:35 (twenty-two years ago)

Then the fire alarm went off. hahaha

I love front close bras however they are always unsnapping. You have to be careful about bringing your arms to close together in the front while you're wearing them.

― That Girl (thatgirl), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 19:37 (twenty-two years ago)

Barbara Windsor to thread!

― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 19:53 (twenty-two years ago)

Once at a wedding I demolished the seam of my pants by trying to put my hand in my pocket; there was a rip at least four inches long down the side of my leg. I begged needle and thread from the bar staff and missed most of the cocktail hour fixing the rip. I was pissed about this, but somewhat mollified by the amazed stares from the people who'd seen the rip after they asked me where I found a new pair of pants and I told them I'd just fixed the ones I had.

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 20:01 (twenty-two years ago)

Once, in a particular hurry to get away from a particularly mediocre indie band at the Melbourne Big Day Out, 2002, I leapt over an iron fence...only not to make it. What I got was an agonisingly painful leg (strapped ice to it and made it through to see Bassment Jaxx that evening) and a huge gash right down the front of my shorts, revealing my lime green and navy blue striped undies to the world. Unable to find anything to fix the rip, I spent the rest of the day exposing myself to the world.

― Michael Stuchbery (Mikey Bidness), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 23:27 (twenty-two years ago)

Mikey in double redundant 'to the world' shocker!

― Michael Stuchbery (Mikey Bidness), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 23:27 (twenty-two years ago)

Once I went to a lecture at school where the chairs had been brought into the lecture room from the painting studio, and I ended up sitting in a big red blob of fresh oil paint (in my brand new jeans too). I then went around town for the rest of the afternoon, completely oblivious. I kind of wondered why people were staring at me and where the red mark on the bus seat had come from, but, well, I'm not that bright. I went home and had dinner and STILL didn't notice. By the time I figured it out I thought the jeans were ruined... but paint thinner and Sunlight bar soap saved the day!

― Poppy (poppy), Thursday, 22 May 2003 01:01 (twenty-two years ago)

So there I was, in the convent; imagine my embarrassment when someone turned the emergency anti-alien defence on and I got sprayed with acid leaving me without a stitch on, eh? I din't know where to put myself, oh yes I did, in a nun.

― Matt (Matt), Thursday, 22 May 2003 01:09 (twenty-two years ago)

haha the felicity one strap backpack skirt ride up happened to me too (and i saw it happen to countless others. we never learnt! but of course it was never as embarrassing as actually wearing both straps of yr backpack)
also in high school: we had an 'activities week' at the end of year 9 and the whole class went ten pin bowling. my pants ripped along the seam at the back right at the same moment as i bowled a gutter ball.

― minna (minna), Thursday, 22 May 2003 02:18 (twenty-two years ago)

The one strap thing is funny. Seems so cool when you are in school, but immediately marks you out as not-having-a-clue after you have left.

― Chewshabadoo (Chewshabadoo), Thursday, 22 May 2003 03:02 (twenty-two years ago)

oh cruel irony

― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Thursday, 22 May 2003 03:06 (twenty-two years ago)

The day of my wedding, we got to the place where the ceremony was being held, I took my tux jacket out of the bag (hadn't done that since I picked it up, and had tried it on, and didn't notice anything amiss) and discovered the bottom button was missing. Needless to say that was all I thought anyone would notice the entire night. We were going to rip a button off my best man's jacket and try to sew it on but would have just destroyed his jacket in the process (not a problem, it turns out, since by 2:00 AM he had ripped the entire side of it open in some drunken pocket-fishing mishap).

― anthony kyle monday (akmonday), Thursday, 22 May 2003 03:07 (twenty-two years ago)

oh and no dan was not my best man.

― anthony kyle monday (akmonday), Thursday, 22 May 2003 03:08 (twenty-two years ago)

Talking about the one-strap thing at school makes me recall something thats sort-of a clothing mishap in a more general sense: that of the "check my skirt!" urgent whisper when standing up from one's seat in class.

(Your female, you haven't yet started using tampons, I'm sure all the ladies reading this know what I'm talking about here...)

― Trayce (trayce), Thursday, 22 May 2003 03:10 (twenty-two years ago)

Oh my god, I've had to check so many of my friends' asses. I've never seen anyone actually bleed onto their clothes that this is a necessary paranoia!

― Ally (mlescaut), Thursday, 22 May 2003 04:06 (twenty-two years ago)

I know! It was like one of those looming fears every gal had, because everyone else thought it. Now you mention it I don't think I ever saw any "accidents" either. Least, not at school anyway (waking up after sleeping is a different story).

(I have just noticed I mispelt "you're" in my last post. One of my own pet hates. I will spank myself at once).

― Trayce (trayce), Thursday, 22 May 2003 04:22 (twenty-two years ago)

(let me help you with that)

― oops (Oops), Thursday, 22 May 2003 04:25 (twenty-two years ago)

http://webpages.charter.net/2scott/spank1.jpg

― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Thursday, 22 May 2003 04:33 (twenty-two years ago)

Man, I knew I shouldn't have said something like that on here *grin*.

― Trayce (trayce), Thursday, 22 May 2003 04:44 (twenty-two years ago)

The "accidents" - it happened to me in 6th grade. It happened to one of my kiddos yesterday and she had to go home to change. Look for the girls wearing jackets tied around their waists.

― That Girl (thatgirl), Thursday, 22 May 2003 13:54 (twenty-two years ago)

i had a nose bleed at work on tuesday and blood went on my shirt, the girl i sit next to took it home and washed it on her lunch break - how nice was that, i wore a corporate t-shirt instead.

― james (james), Thursday, 22 May 2003 15:23 (twenty-two years ago)

One winter morning I was running to catch my ride to school, slipped on the icy driveway and split the left leg of my jeans all the way up - didn't have time to change, so I had to just go to school and bribe one of the women in the home ec room to sew 'em up for me.

While I waited, I danced around the room in my underwear to Al Green Let's Stay Together.

― luna (luna.c), Thursday, 22 May 2003 15:27 (twenty-two years ago)

James, was that girl trying to hit on you?

― That Girl (thatgirl), Thursday, 22 May 2003 15:28 (twenty-two years ago)

When I was in grade 8, I went to my last Grade 8 dance sporting a spiffy pair of new polyester dress pants. During the ensuing hijinks, I decided it would be cool to slide across the floor on my knees, aping Mr. Cruise in Risky Business. It was dark, and I was rockin' out to the hits of the day.
When my mom showed up at the school to pick me up at 10 p.m., she was horrified - my slip, slip slidin' had melted large holes in the knees of my shiny new pants.

― Bruce Urquhart (Bruce Urquhart), Friday, 23 May 2003 02:00 (twenty-two years ago)

That Girl - my thoughts exactly, thats the kinda thing I like to do for guys I like. It never seems to work though :( They just go "aw thanks for helping me move house/clean up/cooking me dinner" and off they go. I guess I'm just a fool.

err... anyway nothing to do with subject, do carry on!

― Trayce (trayce), Friday, 23 May 2003 02:10 (twenty-two years ago)

Checking backsides for telltale redness is also a duty of husbands that they don't tell you about in advance.

When I was six or seven, I could read well enough that I was given a half day of 3rd grade in addition to a half day of 1st grade (a lousy solution, really, but my mother was adamant that I not leap classes completely as this would lead to my becoming a social pariah, thus insuring that I became an intellectually frustrated social pariah.) I thought that this was great, although they had all learned cursive writing, which I could not yet do -- a fact I mentioned to my mother that first afternoon. I also had a really cool polyester t-shirt with pictures of dirt bikes on it, and I thought that it was way fun to suck on it just below the collar. I came home, a big hole in my shirt and a story of not being able to write in cursive, my mother incorrectly put two and two together, and got me yanked out of the third grade and eventually all gifted and talented programs. I didn't do well in school again until I was 21.

― Colin Meeder (Mert), Friday, 23 May 2003 08:47 (twenty-two years ago)

after reading this thread, I am expecting my trousers to mysteriously split in two.

they have not. yet.

― DV (dirtyvicar), Friday, 23 May 2003 15:00 (twenty-two years ago)

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