So, as we sat down in church this morning I realized I had made a mistake: I wore mules (backless shoes) and failed to properly moisturize my heels before leaving home. I crossed my feet and pulled them under the pew, hoping nobody would notice. A few minutes later, the lights were turned out for a video presentation. I was relieved to have a few minutes under the cover of darkness and I reached into my handbag in search of a tube of lotion. I found it quickly, opened it and quietly moved my feet up just high enough to apply lotion without being noticed. I was quite proud of myself until the lights came up and I realized I had applied a lotion with glitter and had to endure the rest of the morning with sparkling heels!
posted by Jan at 3:13 PM
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I'm dying to know when and how you came to be the proud owner of *sparkle* lotion in the first place.
I was hoping nobody would ask.
Well, it is part of my midlife crisis. It is all pretty mild, but it does involve sparkly stuff.
I was wondering what the cause was of the flashes of light I kept seeing was.
This is funny.
At least you have lotion in your purse. I don't.
So do you think you went from self-conscious to mortified, or were you half-happy and half-self-concious?
later...
Hmmmmm. I wasn't really mortified, but still completely self-concious. But then again, I'm always self-concious. I have never been comfortable having a body and all that. My favorite thought about heaven has to do with not having this body!
Mostly I was thinking, "This would be pretty good blog material."
I was busy all Sunday morning in Worship and Wiggle helping the children, talking with parents, and organizing volunteers. After everyone was settled into their places and the puppets were entertaining our little crowd of 3 and 4 year olds, I walked quickly to service hoping I hadn't missed too much. I entered during communion feeling like I was interrupting everyone's quiet moment of reflection to stumble over John and the kids finally sitting down only to hear my skirt make a scratching sound as my backside made contact with the pew. I reached around wondering what I sat on only to discover that my skirt zipper was completely down exposing my undergarments to the whole world. I zipped it up and tried to convince myself that no one noticed. Big sigh.
:) Kelly O.
Oh, the perils of going out in public.
Oh, that's hilarious! Once, I took off my half-slip during church, for reasons which elude me now, but I think had to do with the length of the slip. Anyway, I am confessing this to make you feel better . . . I guess.
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