Competition | Baseball Cap

I wore a white sheet to a fancy dress party intent on being regarded as a ghost- only to find out later that everyone thought I had come as a member of the Klu Klux Klan.
That was indeed a lesson learned.

I used to wer t-shirts with pictures of the ‘rock’ band Extreme on them.

*blush*

Don’t tell anyone I old you that!

once, at primary school at a summer fair, Mr. Blobby came along as the whole like plugging point for ppl to come to it.

i had my photo taken with Mr.Blobby, in which i adorned a white red and blue t-shirt with super mario on it and the text (*dramatic pause*)

“How much fun can you handle?”

not only is that wrong, it’s plain awful as the photo was shown to a select few and has since circulated around my ‘friends’ at uni.  but i grad this week so it’s all good.

and no, i dont know how much fun i can handle.

2 months ago i wore my ubercool friend to the party in hoping to get lucky with the popular girls (u know tandem games ). alas, my friend was so hot lookin everybody thought he was a gay and that we were a couple. now the rumours have been spreadin that i was gay yay yay..now suddenly that singin fat kid doesnt sound so funny anymore :(.

I used to wear… get ready for it…
a spice girl top, bright blue with a picture of them and I LOVE SPICE GIRLS sprawled along my front… and thats not the worst part… with that top i had the white short skirt and big black wegde shoes they used to wear on my feet! Oh dear! Ill never forgive my mum for letting me go out like that! Can it get any worse? 

I arrived at the cinema to see star wars. The que was massive, around the block. After waiting and queing for some time… I gazed down at my feet and realised that i still had my maroon grandad slippers on! I cringed and felt like curling up. I was so paranoid that people were talking behind my back. I could swear i heard people mentioning slippers. Once i was in the safety of my seat in the dark, all was comfy! x

i have a t-shirt from engrish.com that says, “CRAP. what kind of world is this? it’s kind of crap.” and i can’t wear it in public because i get so many ridiculous looks. i wore it to a restaurant once, and the server never mentioned it, but had a lot of trouble stifling her laugh. i’d like to think that was the reason for the crappy service we received!

When I was 7 I wore Burmuda shorts which were in Shell suit material in Ninja Turtle green, brown Jesus sandals with biege socks and a t shirt saying its Hammer Time! What was my mom thinking bless!

Last summer I worked temping as a PA. After a booze filled night I decided to stay a my friend and fellow temps home, putting the thought of work the next day out of my mind this seemed like a good idea. The next day still steamingly drunk I thought that my friends jogging bottoms, yes jogging bottoms! a t.shirt with a hole in and smat shoes made up a smashing outfit.
By lunchtime I had completely sobered up, and the fact that i looked like a homeless person in an office full of smartly dressed colleages had severly sunk in.
So there you have it..my worst outfit worn..a tramp with smart shoes. Never again will i dress myself when drunk!

When I was full time male life model at LUSAD I had to strip and put on tights, tutu, and makeup for a third year sculpture girl for her degree show. If that wasnt bad enough I got a stiffy the third time of doing it for her video. And if that wasnt bad enough I actually liked the feel of it.
Im not sure which was the more embarrassing !!! 
And Im not sure why Im admitting any of it here !!!??!!!

Hey! Admitting it is even worse than the event !!

My Gran and Grandad had returned from a holiday in Bournemouth. After a day, they came around my parents’ house adorning holiday gifts for me and my family. Mum got one of them fishtank turny-roundy sand feng-shui ornaments, my sister got something edible rock/biscuits/seashells etc., my brother got quite a loveley American football t-shirt which must have cost a fortune, and I received something which was incredibly inappropriate for a boy of 9…

It was a T-shirt black/almost grey from over washing (second-hand), about 4 sizes to small (revealing my mid-drift when bending down) but best and worst of all in an airbrushed blue neon font, plastered across the middle in 45 degrees, it had “your place, or mine!” written. It was all printed off centre and was bloody horrible. Anyway, I banished said garment into the bottom of my near empty wardrobe.

It wasn’t till a week later, hot summer of ‘87, my mum and dad thought it’d be great to go to Skegness for the day. After an hour long argument with my mum about “not wearing THAT T-shirt” I gave in, spent a miserable day in Skegness, with a wobbly bottom lip, eyes welling up, cross armed so no one could see the horribleness of that horrid ill-fitting t-shirt.

I was 12 I used to visit my dad on Wednesdays, so one Thursday morning I couldn’t find my knickers, no way at 12 yrs. old I was going commando I borrowed my dads enormous beaming bright red Y fronts and set off for school I was quite fat so the pants stayed up, until...break-time, where running around like loons we stopped to talk (The girl that always bullied tortured and teased me, the guy I fancied and a couple of other kids.) and plop to the floor they came down, promptly followed by a Nelson style Ha Ha and lots of pointing.
Now if that doesn’t deserve a little compensation

yer yer yer, Ok. So i got a little bit side tracked..But never mind, i was a 90’s kid..

So my fashion sense was warped..

Purple leggings..

Huuge stripy jumper [With little bits of fluff that fall of it all the time]…

Random, sandals..
[With socks <3]

And i had my hair iin really high plaits..

Love it, oh, and i had a spice girls barbie in one hand, and a bag of crisps in the other.

x

In my teens I wore nothing but a diaper as a joke when I had some friends over (nicked em off my baby brother).

It was a right laugh untill my mum walked in on us..

Try to explain that!?!

R.

my friend once told me how her boyfriend regularly wakes up from a dreadful nightmare....that he is being chased by the duvet monster!! So, for a halloween party I thought it would be funny to dress up as one, knowing that he would also be there.  As I said, I THOUGHT it would be funny....when I got there, no one seemed to get me…

I had to wear a “clubby suit” which is the giant blue hamster mascot at club med everytime we screwed up and lost a kid or were late to a show because we were too busy getting completely tore up backstage--it’s not easy to put on fish net stockings smashed drunk and then have to go out and perform ridiculous “shows” for the guests! then i found out how actually volunteering to wear the giant blue hamster suit that stunk like mold and sweat and god only knows what else got me out performing in the crappy main show!
everything else pales in embarassment once you realize everyone else is too drunk to care!
long live chef de clubby!

Thats nothing, when I was a male frenchmaid, doing the dusting.....................................er..........................

I once went to a party dressed as a stickleback’s ball bag!

It’s winter and freezing… hats, scarfs, gloves the lot!
I had been to my nan’s before I went to work, took my coat and scarf of and hung it over her dining room door… half hour later I grab my coat and scarf and head to the tube station…

Now! - people are looking at me strangely while i’m waiting for the tube, when I’m on the tube and when I get off the tube ? ? ? ?

When I get to work I take my coat off and go to take my scarf off only to realise the horror!!!

I had my nans granny tights wrapped round my neck baggy feet en all!!! she had rinsed them (NOT washed them!!!) and hung them over her dining room door to dry!!!

I get in a bit of a bar humbug mood when it comes to Christmas parties. It’s writing those fake x-mas cards for people who you don’t like but who you know will be mad when they see you hand cards to real buddies and not them - and it’s having to pretend to be faintly amused bar those stupid crackers with those phehistoric jokes and those rediculous paper hats.

I don’t put paper crowns on my head but at last years x-mas party everyone revelled in wearing them and friends were insistant on taking a photo of me wearing one, so I found myself wearing swazzy red and yellow number

Food was eaten, cards were given, games were played and it wasn’t too bad an afternoon, but I had to leave early to catch a bus home. A mate had to leave the same time as me, so we said our goodbyes, grabbed our coats and left the party

I had a two mile walk to the bus station and was pleased for my mates company, but I thought it weird when they didn’t turn down the road where they lived and kept walking with me, and I was bemused by the toots and ‘Oi oi’s’ we got from people driving by, and I knew something was up when my friend joined my bus line

But things didn’t twig until a branch from the tree overhanging the bus shelter gave me a gentle reminder, lightly tapping something on my head...."I’ve just walked TWO MILES with that blasted party hat on my head haven’t I?”, I said with my face burning red

“That’s what I was waiting for!” said my mate as she captured my ‘realisation’ moment with her camera phone

I once went to a fancy dress party dressed as a blue toothbrush… ‘you’re a pink toothbrush, I’m a blue toothbrush’. 

I was about eight and so ashamed of my mum’s creation.  Looking back though I think it is an ace costume and the picture adorns my wall.  My sister was a rubber duck and my friend Jenny was a bar of soap.  Nobody seems clear on the theme of the party…

Does that count??

Im cringing as I type this.

When I was around 9 or 10, my mum found some ‘real bargains’ down the market. Namely, three t-shirts with Kylie Minogue and Jason Donovan’s faces inside pink love hearts. The slogan on the t-shirts read “Scott & Charlene 4 eva”.

Not exactly the strong hetrosexual image i was trying to project. On the up side, my therapist says I’m making real progress.

when i was little, i invented to my grandmother that i would write poetry, just to win some cheap notebook and a bic pen.
The first page always had a “poem” made in five minutes, the rest was full of rubish drawings.
Manic then for notebooks and pens, and maniac now.

I’ve once worn what I thought to just be a tight shirt but it was a womans shirt.

My clothes… :o(

I had a hen party the weekend just gone in an uber trendy pub in london town.  It was fancy dress and in the morning I called up the local dressers and asked for my costume to be ready so that i could change on the train to the party.  I arrived just before closing and grabbed my bag.  I wasn’t until the train I realised their error.  In my haste I must not have explained the outfit I needed properly.  When asking for a ‘cow girl’ outfit I never realised that I would be a cow with a handbag, high heels, pig tails and skirt (I’m assuming to hide the udders).  It was a cruel trick and as I was only in trainers, hot pants and tank top I had to wear it!!! I was so embarrassed I only lasted 1 hour before I went home.

Picture this…
When I was in 4th or 5th grade I was enamored with Catwoman from Batman Returns.  Being a sexy, strong woman was way cool.  So, for Halloween my Grandma sewed me my very own Catwoman costume.  It was shiny vinyl-ish material and even had a mask.  It didn’t really fit me very well since I was a pre-adolescent, and it looked very homemade.  I went to the mall and saw they were having a costume contest and for some reason I entered.  Right before I went up a grown Catwoman who filled her costume started doing round-offs and flips up the catwalk and then rowrrred into the mic.  All I managed was a terrified walk up to the mic and “Umm, I’m Catwoman...sorry” and a relieved return to my mother.

At the begin of the summer I was dressed as father christmas for a party. Everyone that came in the house said ‘oh father christmas’. Then I don’t realized that I was so laughably.

Embarassed could be a word to describe this - so could vulnerable w/ a touch of fear perhaps. And instead of a long winded story, as they say, “a picture is worth a thousand words.”

(Taken at US/Candian border on Labor Day weekend ‘06)

http://www.haddenslunchbox.com/images/canabomb_sm.jpg

The most embarrassing thing I have ever worn is the horrible scouring pad that I dread to call a face.  It’s let me down many of times with its irregular and non-regimented hair growth, not to mention the volcano like eruptions that set up camp with flashing lights and pointing signs.

I often find it a bit extreme to hide away from the world under a balaclava and this also proves difficult when I want to go to the bank, so please can I have this hat to cover my shame with your fame?

I once wore an inside out sleeping bag… my friend and I had drunkenly decided to attended a fancy dress party the local pub - as maggots! so with our faces painted green and our sleeping bags zipped up to our heads we crawled through the doors and up through the crowd to the bar unfortunatly only one person found this funny the rest of the crowd just stared with blank faces. I felt a little embarrassed - very uncomftable had a quick pint dumped the sleeping bags in the toilet and left

i used to wear, bright pink skin tight leggings with lollypops and cupcake on them, accompanied by a rather fetching black and white 101 dalmations jumper with pawprints on it. And to finish off the ensemble long wooly socks with massive trainer, ( bare in mind this was at the age where i was still being dressed by my mother!!!)

when i was a child, i used to have my hair done in a fountain pony (i.e. right on the crown of my head), when my mum insisted i have most of my hair cut off, these short white overalls that had small flurecent green, orange and pink flowers on them aqnd nothing underneath. and to finish it off, dare i say it ..... socks.....with sandal!!!! noooooooo!

dalmation leggings, with a home knitted bright orange, pink and torquise jumper with a yellow turtleneck underneath. and flashing trainers.

We were told to wear a hat for our primary school sports day, to keep the sun off our heads. Unfortunately my Mum thought we were having a party and turned up to my sports day with a plastic moulded top hat, Red with black spots! Even more unfortunately the teacher made me wear it for the duration (coz it done the same job) argghhhhhhhh, painful memories!

when i moved to england from wales i started at a middle school here.  one of the children in my class told me that on that friday it was a non uniform day and you could wear what you want,
this was obviously to test my gullabilness.

and i turned up (in my lion king phase after the release of the film) with lion king leggings and lion king sweater. to just be the only one sat in assembly in my own clothes.

rather humiliating.
LOSER.
im still stupid even now. xxx

I once had a very embarassing experience when I was asked to conduct the funeral of Lady Babbington-Phlegm, the President of the districts Womens Institute.

It was only when I stepped out from behind the pulpit to bless the casket that I realised I was still wearing the black mambo strap-on dildo from the previous nights entertaining.

But we all had a laugh about it after i explained that it wasn’t mine, but actually belonged to my boyfriend.

Rev. Arbuthnot Spangle

I once had a hat shaped like a big tit.

What was i thinking? I can’t believe i was so stupid.

Chief Inspector Richard Bender
Scotland Yard