The problem is that not many of my warm-weather clothes survived the summer intact. The good news is that all of the summer clothes are hanging on the clearance racks in the stores. The selection isn't that great, but hey -- no one knows me in Mexico.
So this weekend, I saw this super cute black and white halter dress. This is the closest thing I could find in my 30 second Google Image search:
I snatched it off the rack -- the last one in my size. It was meant to BE! I could already see myself trouncing (yes, I trounce) along the beach in my new dress. It'd even serve as a decent cover up.
Oh LUCKY Me!
So in the dressing room, I examine the dress to see if there were any zippers or other potential hurdles. There was a built in bra with some extended lining. I slip my hands through the bottom of the skirt and through the top then try to pull it over my head an down to my hips.
Only it won't budge.
I've somehow got the lining tangled up and I'm STUCK. I can sorta see myself in the mirror through the fabric and it's not pretty. My hands are flopping around out of the top as I squirm and thrash trying either to pull it off or on the rest of the way.
I start to worry I might not get it off. What then? Will I have to ask a stranger for help? Determined to avoid that humiliation, I finally manage to pull the damn thing over my head.
That's when I discover it's not a halter dress at all. It's a swim suit. It's no wonder I got tangled.
From now on, I'm not shopping alone. I might need someone to use the Jaws of Life to get me out of an unfortunate wardrobe malfunction.