I am not a Boy Scout or a Girl Scout, or a Bluebird, or any combination of the above that might have a motto of preparedness. But I have kind of learned my lesson.
This will be a post of confessions. First up: I didn't have time to shave my legs today. So I picked a beloved long skirt. It came from a thrift store about ten years ago and I love how comfortable it is because (second confession): it has a drawstring waist and I love not having zippers and buttons constricting me.
I walk to work on this lovely day, full of sunshine and smiles and I arrive on time but as I bend down to put my yogurt in the fridge I hear an ominous rip.
Which I ignore, stretch down even further to find a slightly empty spot for my lunch treat, and hear a worse rip. And then my skirt sags away from my waist and feels like it might hit the floor. I casually, but quickly, get a grip on it and make my way to the bathroom.
Upon entering I discover that my draw string has severed connections with itself, and I no longer have anything holding my skirt up. I dig through my bag, praying for a safety pin, but no such luck. I almost never have a safety pin at home when I need it, I sure as shooting won't have it in my purse for an emergency like this!
At my desk, I jerry-rig a paper clip to cinch my skirt in, and I then I sit and pray for the hours to sped by so I can walk home at lunch.
First thing I do when I get home: let the skirt fall off. Second thing: feed the dogs their lunch. Then I make my own lunch. After that I fix my skirt, good as new.
I have decided I can't always be prepared, but I will change it slightly and always have a safety pin in my purse. That being said, I was almost late back to work trying to find one! I did, and it is in my purse and I hope to never have to use it.