Tuesday, February 26, 2013
It wasn’t as dramatic as some celebrities have had and didn’t have as large an audience, but it was a surprise to me and those around me. Also, it was related to the “new me.”
Since my weight loss I’ve bought new clothes in smaller sizes and sent most of my old stuff to Goodwill. However, I didn’t want to replace my “concert dress.” After all, I only wear it 4 times a year and in a group of 100, who would care if I looked a little “dumpy.”
It consists of a long skirt, short sleeve top and a sheer jacket – all black. The men wear tuxedos. The skirt is some kind of stretchable fabric and I knew it was loose so I added a 3” wide sturdy elastic “cinch belt” like we used to wear in the 50s. Yes, mine is probably almost that old.
Anyway, things went fine until the latch on the belt just popped open. I don’t think I hooked it properly in the back and the elastic belt shot off forward like a slingshot right at the singer in front of me. I grabbed it before she got the full force of it or she would have wondered why I was throwing things at her. At least I wasn’t in the first row or it would have been aimed directly at the conductor.
Now I had my belt rolled up and tucked in my music folder and I’m using the folder to hold up my skirt. As we processed out to a standing ovation, I kept my elbows tightly pressed against my waist so the skirt didn’t fall down. I didn’t want to give the audience an unusual “encore.”
For the record, I kept singing and didn’t miss a beat during the entire episode. I’ve been well trained to always pretend that everything is going fine.