Monday was a pretty entertaining day for some of my co-workers. It seems that my new summer dress my mom and I thought would be great to wear to also wear to work has one problem, the amount of cleavage that is shown. I guess that when mom and I were shopping we were focusing more on how other areas looked (my butt is not too big in this dress--we checked that).
The good news is that I wore a cardigan sweater with my sun dress. The bad news is that I didn't realize I needed to button the top two buttons of the sweater until midway through my 1.25 hour meeting in the executive conference room. Naturally, the meeting had mostly men in attendance. Who all did a relatively good job of not letting me catch them staring. I certainly could not have blamed them if they were.
I noticed the "wardrobe malfunction" when I got closer to the table and was writing notes. Since my notepad was closer, I needed to look more directly down at the paper. That is when I noticed the amount of cleavage I was showing. OMG! What do you do? I guess, you look around to see if anyone has noticed. Then over the next couple of minutes, you fidget and try to sit up straight. You wonder how far you have been leaning over for the entire meeting. Then you wonder if anyone will notice if you "casually" button your sweater.
Turns out, at least one person did notice. I know this because on the following day, when I asked someone from that meeting if they were attending a different meeting, they asked if I was wearing the same dress. Naturally they were indicating they found my discomfort entertaining.
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