Mortified

This afternoon I went for a lovely lunch and then a coffee with a few old PhD friends, treating ourselves to some really great food and big desserts all round.

Afterwards, I decided to go shopping for an outfit to wear to my cousin's wedding tomorrow. I found a lovely dress, tried it on and it fit like a glove, and looked amazing. "Yeah, it's pretty tight", I thought, "but I've just had lunch, tomorrow it'll be fine". And then I went and did something stupid like breathe and... oops, the zip broke.

I got the dress down to my waist and the zip moved a little, but then it jammed solid, and from then on the dress wasn't going anywhere. So I was standing there half-naked, totally trapped in this dress, wondering how I always seem to get myself into these situations! I called the shop assistant and she couldn't get it budged, so then she called a man to come and try to rip the zip off. Although I found the whole thing hilarious, the poor guy was totally embarrassed and didn't know where to look! He didn't have any luck, so in the end they had to get scissors and cut me out. Ever so slightly awkward...

I'm never going back to that shop again :)