My new (worn for the first time yesterday) soo cute, black pencil skirt didn't make it through yesterday's wedding. There is a short slit up the back, not revealing or anything, just enough so I can move, hah. While we were getting gear out of our car to take into the reception hall, I (still don't know why) squatted to put down a heavy bag.
Then I heard it.
"rrrriiiiiiipppp"
All I could do was look up at my husband and say, "Ohh no."
It was bad; basically I walked with my back to the wall for the rest of the night. Or I would strategically stand in front of a chair or something, hahah. If it had torn one more inch, I would have had to bust out the gaffers tape.
Lesson learned I suppose.
