I often wear a little half camisole (with an elasticized band to sit under the bust) under a low cut shirt or dress for cleavage control. Imagine my horror when, after a first date with charming fellow, I excused myself to the restroom, only to discover that the elasticated bottom snapped, and the bottom of the cami was riding up somewhere near my chin, and thus perfectly framing my (quite considerable) cleavage that I had been so intent on hiding. I was mortified. It looked like I was intentionally highlighting said cleavage.

Wow this is a great thread. The last this I remember is leaving the manufacturer's 2x3 inch tag on my coat sleeve for several months before I realized it was meant to be taken off. I was 18 it was my first grown up coat.

I can't think of a great one; if I do I'll pipe in again, but this story was told to me by a friend. She was going to a wedding and needed a shawl of some description and found a something she really liked on sale at a dep't store - long and rectangular and a nice embroidered pattern.

When she got home she was confused why the tag said "home" on it and realized she had bought a table runner to go with her dress. Her reaction: "I don't care, I'm wearing my table runner!!"

I arrived at the hospital to a very long day of appts. with two little boys in tow, one of whom was wearing his shirt inside out. I hadn't noticed that until I took his coat off in the waiting room. He adamantly refused to let me fix it, so we went to all the appts like that, since I didn't want to make a scene. I got a lot of looks. Oh well!

I once went to a professional conference and tradeshow with a big blob of whitish coloured baby spit up running down the back of my black suit jacket.

I had left the house early that morning after giving my kids a big hug goodbye. Around mid-day a colleague asked me what was on the shoulder and back of my jacket, if a bird had pooped on me. After taking my jacket off to see what he was talking about, I slowly realized that my little toddler had done a good size spit up on me while I was hugging her. Because I was wearing the jacket at the time she "burped," I never felt it running down my back and had no idea it had even happened until it was long dried up and pointed out to me.

Great thread idea!

Sometimes I try a different earring in each ear to decide which one looks better with an outfit. But if I get interrupted or distracted during the decision process, I may find hours later that I have been walking around all day with the still-unmatched earrings.

I've had mishaps with big 1980's era shoulder pads falling forward in a blazer, so they looked like giant bra padding. Shoulder pad that popped out of a short sleeved dress. Dryer sheets sticking to stuff and appearing at embarrassing moments. Inter facings or linings popping out. I had workout pants on inside out once, which I discovered when I was doing a stretch and noticed the white cotton crotch lining. This thread is hilarious.

This will be long -- my fashion foul sins have been many...
A few years back I was finishing my makeup in the car before heading into the choir room . Time was short so I dashed in ,nabbed my choir robe and stole and popped them on as we started filing in. Got thru the service then hurriedly grabbed my purse and went to catch the shuttle to the other campus where my class was . I was at the shuttlebus's stop and felt a draft .. Skirt was tucked in my hose !!! Aaaaaaaggghhh! At least I had a slip that was mostly down.
Vent closures ? Yup. Jackets and skirts. Usually Mom is the one to notice these ,resulting in some quick mama fixes .
Shoes? I've shared before how I was SURE we had a mama I store letting her little darling trail crumbled sugar donut in trails all over my store? That is until I felt off balance and finally realized it was ME! My platform Bass clogs were crumbling!
Mis-matched shoes? I've done that one too ..possibly more than once...got up from my Sunday afternoon nap to jet off to evening service and threw on a pair that were handy and would go ,only to realize upon standing up for the singing time that my balance was off . I looked down thinking that maybe my platform clog had picked up gum or a thumbtack to unbalance me..then I saw that the clogs' toe shapes were different round versus square!

Too funny. My confession is from a few years ago. DH and I had been invited over to his bosses house at Christmas for a small get together. I always felt so frumpy and clueless around his very euro-chic boss. My work world was very different and well very down to earth. I ran out the day of the party and purchased a great jacket and new boots. Only to have said boss offer me some scissors to clip the price tag (deeply discounted) I had failed to remove!

I once wore a t-shirt to work and was happy about the way it was fitting, when one of my colleagues pointed out the "XS" sticker on my left boob.

He said: "I know they're small, but do you have to advertise it?"

UGH!

A and Shannon, I am with you with the skirt tucked into pantyhose. I was at work and had a meeting two buildings away. After the meeting I hit the restroom and sashayed my way down the stairs and through 1 2/2 building before some from legal stopped me. I was so embarrassed. So much for my dignity at work.

Loving this thread! My own most memorable story: a few years ago, I was vacationing in Mexico. I'd gotten up one morning, with my friends still sleeping in the condo, so I scrambled to get out really quickly as to not to wake my traveling companions, and was walking around the lovely center of the small town I was staying in and doing some shopping. I was getting looks from locals, but thought that it's just about me being a foreigner, as the town was not a very touristy one. Suddenly I realized that there is a taxi cab slowly following me on the street, with the driver sticking his head out the window and shouting at me. I yelled no thank you, and quickened my pace. He kept following me, making odd gestures and shouting in Spanish. (I don't speak any Spanish) I was starting to get really annoyed and also a bit worried, until something in the way the driver was gesticulating and where he was pointing with his finger made me look behind me. Yes, my skirt was fully tucked in my underpants. At this point, I'd been walking around like this in the center of town for more than an hour. I almost died of embarrassment. I did manage a thank you and grimace to the driver to attempt to explain that this is not my usual way of dressing.

many years ago while HUGELY pregnant - my commute to work involved parking then walking 3 blocks and up a giant hill to my building. well Maternity hose were notorious for falling down - my arms were full - I was 8 months pregnant and my pantyhose were quickly heading for my knees. By the time I got into the building I was literally hobbled at the knees from pantyhose that were soon to be at my ankles. There was no way I could make it to the ladies room. So in the vestibule of my very busy office building at a large university - I proceeded to yank my panty hose up - pregnant belly and all!! The only thing that kept it from being a total peep show was my huge oversized coat!! Apparently I was the talk of the building for days. My Baby shower gifts from my co-workers included a pair of pink suspenders!!!

Love this thread! I had a rare occasion to wear a suit at work and put one on which I hadn't worn in two years. Towards the end on the day, I sat down and felt a draft on my left hip. I looked down and saw three large moth holes, one so big you could see my underwear. So embarrassed. I now store all my woolens in ziplock bags.

I commute by light rail to work and usually leaves pretty early for work. That means during winter time, I leave in the dark. One day, while sitting in the train, I realized I was wearing a sweater inside out.

I think this was a blessing in disguise. This incident, my dear YLF, is how I wound up on this lovely site, as on that day, I decided I need to have my wardrobe under control.

Oh Mary, I always forget to snip those darn threads. I went years without snipping the threads that held together the pleats of my big tweed winter coat, and just about a year forgetting to do my cream trench until a few days ago when my mom asked if that was "a style nowadays" Cutting out back pocket threads, security tags, all those things perpetually slip my mind. Definitely not alone there!

I think I shared this one before, but many summers ago, I decided to wesr a sheer silk dress, with an opaque underlay to work, while carrying a backpack with my computer. The backpack made the lining ( not the overlay) ride up and I did not notice. A lady stopped me midway, while walking to my destination, pale as a paper to tell me about it. Thank the lords I was wearing boy shorts, but still.

I win, right?

Great thread -- it makes me realize I'm not the only one stuff like this happens to! I've forgotten to snip vent threads and stuff like that a lot. But my best entries for this thread both involve hose, oddly enough.

First, I went out of town to a wedding and packed a lovely silk dress to wear. It was early fall, so I didn't think to try it on with tights, but threw a pair in the suitcase at the last minute in case it was chilly. It was, and it turned out that the dress had a huge static cling problem when worn with tights. Like, to the point that you could see the outline of everything. Luckily, there was time for an emergency trip to Target for a slip before the wedding. Bonus embarrassment points: While I was literally on my way to the Target ladies' room to put the slip on, a nice older lady came up to me and very softly and politely said that I might want to wear another layer under my dress.

Second, I was going right from work to my husband's office holiday party a few years ago, so I was wearing something a little dressier than normal. I was going to just wear tights, but realized sheer black hose would look nicer. The only pair I could find without a run in it was still in its packaging and literally dated from college. (My mom used to buy me nice silky sheer hose whenever she found it cheap at places like Marshall's -- I think she thought my college social life was much fancier than it actually was.) They were apparently so old that they had no elasticity whatsoever. They started to slip by the time I was out the door, but I was running late, so I just gave them a tug. But there was no stopping them and they were literally around my knees by the time I'd walked to the Metro. So I ducked into the darkest alcove I could find to take them off, threw them out, and spent a cold December morning with freezing bare legs. I did manage to get a replacement pair of hose during lunch, though.

So, basically, the lesson here is that I really should try on hose ahead of time along with the rest of the outfit when I need to get dressed up for something.

Ohmigosh, I've found those long size stickers on me halfway theu the day too, lyn.

I grew up in the late 60s early 70s so I need to confess about my whole wardrobe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5nvth-kGtQ8

Mismatched shoes - check
Tags left on clothes when wearing - check
Vents unclipped - check
Dryer sheets hanging out of sleeves - check
Skirt in pantyhose - check
TP struck to shoe when existing restroom - check
White deodorant marks on t shirts - check
Yep, I've been guilty of all of the above - some several times! Glad I've found YLF -- hoping all of your can help me!!

This thread is such a fun read!

I've done the mismatched earrings thing plenty of times or left the house wearing only ONE because I was distracted while trying them on. I've also left home wearing the wrong colored hose or head band because I made my selection in the dark. But my most memorable mishap will always be when I got my first teaching job and went to our county office to have my employee ID made. I wore a powder blue linen jogging suit and white undies. After having my picture taken, I was standing in the lobby area waiting for my card. I turned to see a full length mirror on a wall behind me and was horrified to see my underwear as clear as anything through my pants. I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

Fashion confessions? I don't know if some of these count, but here's a list of them:

• I often leave the house wearing my tops or cardigans inside out.
• I once left the house bra-less and didn't realize until I was at the train station! Luckily, I was wearing a really thick down jacket, so nobody noticed.
• I admit to wearing running shoes (New Balance) all the time. I wear them with jeans, skirts, stockings - everything except for suits, slacks, and formal dresses.
• Along with running shoes, the only socks I seem to have are sports socks. So I admit to wearing those all the time too.
• I always wear loose and baggy tops so that I can hide my belly fat. Given my hourglassy shape, I know that it only makes me look fatter than I really am, but at least the rolls and bumps are kept out of sight.
• My jeans don't fit me, yet I wear them anyway. Waist is 34" and I think my jeans shrunk to 32" as a result of putting them in the dryer for too long. So they dig into my stomach when I wear them, causing lumps and rolls - which is why I'm always wearing loose and baggy tops!
• Sometimes I accidentally wear sexy, lingerie-looking camisoles underneath kind-of-see-through tops and don't realize until people stare at me weirdly and I ask my friends...

LOL, I love these!

I have 2:

1. A pencil skirt - one of my fave buys from a cute fast fashion store in my college town. I wore this skirt for the first time and felt super sexy. However, I felt a draft halfway through the day - realized that the skirt was slowly splitting/unraveling from the bottom up, and was split hallway up to my thigh. Hightailed it home to change.

2. When I was in high school, I would shower, leave the bathroom with my shirt on, and a thin towel wrapped around my waist. One day, I wore my skirt over the towel and failed to remove the towel. My friend (male) who walked with me to school every day, pointed out that something was hanging out under my skirt, again, hightailed it home

Yet another mismatched shoe confession...one brown dansko and one black. In daylight they weren't even close but in the early morning darkness I couldn't tell. What a dork

OMG, I laughed so much this evening!!! Thanx y'all!:-)

I for myself, once got a visit to my company and wore black sheers, a pencil and pumps ALL DAY at work. As usual, in the evening I had to go with my guests to show their accomodation without getting home in between. One of them was a very fashion conscious lass and a great inspiration I was always motivated to tally her, of course in a good way. She wanted to change up for dinner and she invited me in her room for that time. By the time my feet were so tired, that I was immediatelly and unconsciously getting off my shoes as stepping inside the hotel room, on the soft carpet, for a bit of rest-but didn't look down-to see one of my big toes peaking out bare in a hole of my tights, which were completely new that morning. I cannot tell you how embarrassed my inner self was, but my gut saved me and managed to have a good laugh on the thema together.

Other one, was when leaving my attorney's office and he just pointed out that my little size tag is out of my blouse's (mandarin) collar on my nape... It was even worse that I didn't hear/understand him at first what he was trying to tell me but figured out it has to be some cheery farewell thing as he was smiling, so I smiled, too-and went on further with my head high up attitude-probably leaving impression like this was my fashion wild card, or so!:-) I realised only home what he was saying:-).

And one equally so embarrassing was happenning to one of my (younger male) supervisors. I noticed the first thing when he came to my office that he was wearing his sweater completely inside out, but didn't want to rush on giving my unwanted opinions before beeing sure (nowadays, there are so many fringe trends amoung the youngs I thought it surely has to be a new RATE thing going on, LOL). But then after having a few good stares, I saw the brand label and size tag out on his nape, so it was obviously rather the old fashion faux pas. He didn't stay much this time, and I was continuously brainstorming on how should I tell him as I just wouldn't leave him going on his way like it was, so I gently pointed out about what I noticed and tried to humour a bit on that, saying "not that I think you've dressed in the dark, or so..." He got my sense of humour and said he actually dressed that morning in the dark, and we both had a good laugh on the thema.

But wait, that's not the end! Bonus was, the strange stare of somebody enterring to my office without a knock on and catching us laughing together and while him literally dressing up. He unfortunatelly took action and changed his sweater on the reverse quite there in my office before having time to protest or show him the restroom-oh well-at least he had a tee under it:-)).

What a great read!
I am sure I have done the earring thing too.
2 things happened the other day when I was waiting in line for a show with my DDs on Saturday:
I noticed my daughter's new sweat top had the display-hanging ribbons showing- (I am very fussy about even removing extra labels on tops that don't show)- I see ALOT of even the really long ribbons poking out of other's clothing around here.
Slightly unrelated- without my glasses I can't see a particular dark hair that grows from a spot on my hand. My DD was laughing at it and decided to pluck it out. More laughter when it CURLED-UP instead.

You know you are that 'older lady' when you fail to notice that your top is inside-out and that you have curly hairs on your hands

LOL, I'm not quite 30 and have some curly hairs on my hand... other Lyn!

Some years ago dh and I were out on New Year's Eve at a nice restaurant. They had live music, and the owner of the restaurant asked me to dance. I was twirling all around with him, and he was looking at me admiringly and kind of grunting admiringly, and I was thinking, damn, I am a really good dancer. Then after the song finished, he said, "You need to adjust your dress." My strapless dress had slipped, my strapless bra had slipped, and yes, I was showing nipple. Arg, I still get embarrassed thinking about it. And to top it off, when I told my husband, he thought it was hilarious!

These are hilarious! Thanks for starting this. Shannon, you definitely win some kind of prize for your aplomb! And Lyn -- just howling here about your colleague story!

Based on what I've read here, I think we can all agree that pantyhose are the devil's accomplice.

Back when I was an undergrad, I started dating somebody who fancied himself a bit of a photographer, and who often brought his camera along when we were out and so he could take candid shots. One day, looking over a series of his pictures, I was horrified to see that my light summer skirt -- the one I reached for again and again in the hot, humid days --- was completely transparent! That skirt also managed to get stuck in my underpants once. Yes, I, too, have unwittingly displayed my undies on a city street. So finding out that it was also see-through was the last straw.

I was on my way out to work one day, freshly showered, coifed, made up, and dressed as nicely I could at the time, when suddenly I felt something wet land on my head. Note: It was not raining or snowing.

My heart sunk. This could only mean one thing. And not a good one.

I looked up. Monsieur Pigeon cocked a beady red eye at me, as if to say: So there!!

I don't know where I gained the presence of mind to look around me on the street, but as I did, I noticed that I was steps away from an old fashioned barber shop, the kind with the red/ white/ blue pole in front.

I walked into the shop. There were a lot of pinups on the wall and several older men in the chairs, one getting a shave and the other a haircut; I can tell you, they did not look too pleased to see a 20-something girl walk into their private man space.

I showed the barber my head. He grunted, and gestured to the sink. Within a few minutes I was clean, if not dry (no girly blow dryers in this shop!!). But I never walked past that corner without looking up in fear lest a pigeon use me as a litter box again!