Trying on clothes mishaps

[tobee]

How many times have you tried on an item of clothing and get lost inside it?

Especially at this time of year? Because "going out" items seem to be prime candidates for this.

Just received a top in the post of a sparkly top that is wispy material, with one of those little inner integral vests things of equally fine material, and I've got all hot and angry trying to work it out.

Even better, anyone want to share occasions where they've realised, halfway through an evening, that they've worn something upside down or inside out? And can laugh about it now?

I tried a dress on in a shop and couldn't get it off. Two sales assistants eventually had to wrestle it off of me. Like proper pull it off. I walked out said thanks and acted like nothing remotely hot, sweaty and embarrassing had just occurred, 🤣

Excellent example Bluntness, just what I meant!

Yup it's one thing getting stuck in a bit of clothing at home, and getting the sweaty panicky feeling, and thinking I'm gonna have to cut it off, it's another ball game when you're being swung round the shop floor as too friggen teenagers try to yank the dress off you as you're bent over with your arms above your head.

Then saying "don't think I'll buy that, thanks though". 🤣

Yes, akin to the zip going on your trousers when you're bursting for a wee no that didn't nearly happen to me last night.

I think these outfits are purposefully designed to do this so that their creators can laugh their heads off as the imagine future scenes.

I once had to be cut out of a jumpsuit by two shop assistants. To be fair I said it wouldn't fit but one forced the zip up.

My friend had to pull me (basically naked and sweaty) out of one of those Spanx type dress things once in an M&S changing room. I was totally stuck with it covering half my body and my arms stuck up in the air trapped by the stupid garment of torture. Embarrassing, but at least it was my mate and not a sales assistant

I’ve got quite a large chest and find that once I get certain non-stretchy materials so far over my head I get stuck. I thought I was going to die in a roasting hot Primark changing room once. I ended up having a full on panic attack, eventually got the top off. Now, I’m very careful what I try on, and start to panic if it’s something slightly restrictive. 😳

I'm sorry but I love these stories!

Oh @Amortentia x posted! Not laughing at your panic attack. I'm sorry, been there.

After a particularly hot and sweaty session trying things on in a height-of-summer shopping trip, I couldn't get my sweaty legs out of a pair of skinny jeans I was trying on.

I got one leg almost out, down to mid-calf, and then in frustration tried to jerk it the rest of the way, whereupon I promptly toppled all the way out of the curtain and landed like a felled tree, arse out, in the middle of the changing room aisle.

Small mercies: I was topless, but did have at least a bra on (I don't always), and it only took me four attempts to get vertical and back in the cubicle again.

Tobee, don’t worry about it. My own mother was in the shop with me and she nearly wet herself laughing at me. I had a look that said I’d gone through a terrible ordeal and when I told her I’d been stuck in a polyester blouse she didn’t stop laughing for ages.

Years ago I tried a dress on in M&S and as I was trying to take it off it got completely stuck over my boobs. My mum was with me and she was pulling and pulling and both of us were trying to press my boobs into my chest to get the dress off! I can totally laugh about it now but at the time I was getting hot and stressed and then they came over the tanoy to say the shop was closing in ten minutes!!!
We managed to get it off in the end but I totally thought I was going to be in there getting it cut off by the staff!
I then snuck off Home with my bright red chest haha!

Not a trying on mishap but something I was wearing.....

Years ago on holiday I wore a white pencil skirt with a lining. We went to a very hot bar and I was already really sweaty. Went to the toilet and pulled the skirt up to use the loo, went to pull it back down and the lining and skirt had got all tangled. For approx 20mins I was in the cubicle trying to sort it out on my own, obviously getting hotter and sweatier. In the end I ended up leaving the cubicle - skirt up by my waist and showing everyone my fetching white thong - asking for help, two lovely ladies took another 10mins helping me. In the end one had to go and ask for a pair of scissors, cue her appearing with some, my friend and a member of door staff - apparently they wouldn’t just let her take the scissors. They cut part of the lining, I was able to pull my skirt down and went and had a very large vodka! Never again

I got a zip stuck on the back of a dress I was trying on in a shop. On my own and no assistants around so I looked out of the changing room hoping to see a lady there who could help - I ended up asking an older man to undo the top bit as he was the only person around

Not a night out but was in the GP surgery queue to book a follow up for DS and realised I had done the school run, the shopping and the GP with my top on inside out.
It was really obvious too as it was a button up.
In my defence, DS had been really unwell (he has lung disease) for 3 days, I'd barely slept more than ten minutes so I was knackered.
Still though.

I once tried on what I thought was a maxi dress in marks and spencer. It turned out to be maxi culottes, which I didn’t realise until I had both my legs down one leg opening. I couldn’t work out what the extra fabric was for, then I quickly realised I couldn’t move either. Had to call for the assistant to work out which way to get the bleeding thing off me. Exit the shop hot, sweaty and embarrassed. Though why it was on a rack of maxi dresses I have no idea.

I went to work (not long after maternity leave so I still hadn't got my shit together) and realised as I sat at my desk my top was on backwards AND inside out. It was so obvious too - it was a scoop neck so it was low at the back and I looked like I was being throttled at the front and all the labels were out. Honestly I looked like a complete state.

Trotted off to the loo when the fire alarm went off. I was fully prepared to risk death and still go and change it before I went out but the fire marshal turned me round and shooed me out of the building so I had to stand in the middle of 100 members of staff in the town centre. I never lived it down.

Sharing the humiliation.

I was having a personal shopping session in JL. She brought me a lovely jumpsuit. Non stretch, fitted. Went on perfectly. Fell in love with it. Couldn’t get it off. Neither could the shopper. Neither could the cavalry she called in. Eventually they had to cut it. I was mortified, they were very lovely and insisted it wasn’t me. Actually, I don’t think it was me, it was a 12 and fitted really well, not tight at all. Just wouldn’t come off. It was a bit horrifying though.