Scandal at Relief Society

About a year after I had my son Joshua, I had finally lost all the weight I gained while being pregnant.  To celebrate that last 10 pounds, I went shopping.  The following Sunday I pulled out the new skirt I had purchased and I smiled as I put it on. 


After years of living with my grandma,  I had her speech about wearing slips under your skirts or dresses burned in my brain.  She told us many times how it was unacceptable not to wear one so I smiled because the skirt bought was lined with a nice silky type material.  It was a built-in slip!  Grandma would be so proud!

This was 1990 and my skirt was the new style I had seen on the mannequin in the store window.  It had buttons from the top of the skirt all the way to the bottom.  I left for church the following Sunday feeling pretty cute in my new skirt. 

After sacrament meeting I walked into Relief Society and found a seat on the back row.  This was a great place to sit because Josh had learned to walk and the row in front of me was  far enough away to give him room to roam. 

There was a song, a prayer and then we began the lesson.  It wasn't long after the lesson began that Josh started to wave and smile at the ladies while walking up the aisle.  This is about the time my friend next to me whispered to me how cute he was.  What i didn't know was that while we began to chat a bit Josh had made his way to the front and began dancing next to the teacher.  I looked up when I heard laughing and hurried to the front of the room to get him. 

As I bent down to pick him up, instead of laughing I heard gasps.  Something had obviously happen and I had missed it.  Dang! 
 I took my seat in the back with Josh on my lap and this time when my friend whispered in my ear she said "All your buttons are undone except the one at the top....Why weren't you wearing a slip?!"   I didn't quite understand until a few seconds later she whispered;  "Honey, you just mooned the entire Relief Society"  and started laughing.   I never wore that dang skirt again.  Obviously.

About a year after I had my son Joshua, I had finally lost all the weight I gained while being pregnant.  To celebrate that last 10 pounds, I went shopping.  The following Sunday I pulled out the new skirt I had purchased and I smiled as I put it on. 


After years of living with my grandma,  I had her speech about wearing slips under your skirts or dresses burned in my brain.  She told us many times how it was unacceptable not to wear one so I smiled because the skirt bought was lined with a nice silky type material.  It was a built-in slip!  Grandma would be so proud!

This was 1990 and my skirt was the new style I had seen on the mannequin in the store window.  It had buttons from the top of the skirt all the way to the bottom.  I left for church the following Sunday feeling pretty cute in my new skirt. 

After sacrament meeting I walked into Relief Society and found a seat on the back row.  This was a great place to sit because Josh had learned to walk and the row in front of me was  far enough away to give him room to roam. 

There was a song, a prayer and then we began the lesson.  It wasn't long after the lesson began that Josh started to wave and smile at the ladies while walking up the aisle.  This is about the time my friend next to me whispered to me how cute he was.  What i didn't know was that while we began to chat a bit Josh had made his way to the front and began dancing next to the teacher.  I looked up when I heard laughing and hurried to the front of the room to get him. 

As I bent down to pick him up, instead of laughing I heard gasps.  Something had obviously happen and I had missed it.  Dang! 
 I took my seat in the back with Josh on my lap and this time when my friend whispered in my ear she said "All your buttons are undone except the one at the top....Why weren't you wearing a slip?!"   I didn't quite understand until a few seconds later she whispered;  "Honey, you just mooned the entire Relief Society"  and started laughing.   I never wore that dang skirt again.  Obviously.