I would just like to point out to you all that I have had The Klutziness all my life. It started with minor flaky moments, and evolved to the personal, self-inflicted injury that I know today.
My uncle sent me this photo recently:
Which reminded me of The Incident I had wearing that dress. I was the flower girl in a late 80s/early 90s wedding.
That dress, which I so ardently adored at that time–it made me feel like a freakin’ princess, okay?–became the bane of my existence. It had a hoop skirt. Which, for a little girl, is pretty awesome. So, picture this.
My mother, wearing a powdered blue satin dress with lace gloves, is milling around my grandmother’s living room with her sisters, and the bride–who is also her sister. All the bridesmaids are wearing some pale shade of satin dress. I decided to sit on the couch. Like every little kid, I plopped down haphazardly.
And then my skirt went over my head.
It was a storm of lace and peach and laughter. I flailed around for a second because the hoop was attacking me. But, eventually my mother came to my rescue and got me off the couch and my skirt under control.
I was so glad the room was filled only with women.
The rest of the wedding and reception, I had to perch on the end of chairs. It was quite uncomfortable.
The end. Happy Friday.