Many of you know I’m in Paris at the moment. The city of decadent cuisine, stunning architecture, and of course, impossibly beautiful and fashionable people.
Women are always perfectly put-together from head to toe, and frankly, so are most men. An entire city has its act together.
And then there’s me.
Yesterday my husband and I walked a few square miles of the city and needed to rest.
We grabbed some coffee at a café and sat outdoors to watch Paris do what it does. My feet were killing me, so I pulled up a second chair, turned sideways and stretched my legs across it.
After about 15 minutes of people-watching, and people watching me, I felt a draft in an unusual place.
I looked down to find that while the top button of my pants was secure, my fly was completely unzipped. Say it with me: Compleeeeetely unziiiiiiiped. And because I was seated and bent at the waist, this created a giant peephole for the sideshow that was my underwear.
Keepin’ it classy, Kathy. Keepin’ it classy.
If I had any hopes of taking style tips from the French, I’m pretty sure it would start with fastening things that need to be fastened, especially relative to the région de crotch.
I’m sorry I offended you, Paris. But I know you still love me. You already said so!