{"id":170,"date":"2014-10-23T01:34:53","date_gmt":"2014-10-23T01:34:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/oldkaren.com\/?p=170"},"modified":"2014-10-23T01:34:53","modified_gmt":"2014-10-23T01:34:53","slug":"wrap-around","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/?p=170","title":{"rendered":"Wrap-around"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was in third grade when my mother sewed a pretty blue wrap-around skirt for me, a simple style that encircled my body a couple times and tied at the waist with a long belt. It was my favorite color and I couldn&#8217;t wait to wear it, even though it was January and the skirt was made of thin cotton fabric. Mother suggested I save it for spring when the weather was warmer, but I was too impatient.<\/p>\n<p>In the sixties, little girls always wore dresses or skirts to school, so winters were a challenge, especially at recess. I wore tall socks and boots but depended on a knee-length wool coat to keep my thighs warm.<\/p>\n<p>The day I wore the skirt was especially cold. My thick wool socks, sweater, and coat did little to protect the mid-section of my body so I ran while my class was at the playground, trying to create my own heat.<\/p>\n<p>When recess was over, we filed into the classroom, going first to the closet. I took off my coat, felt a chill, and looked down. My skirt was gone. All I could see between my socks and sweater was a pair of white panties.<\/p>\n<p>Oh. No.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, I was only in third grade but, no, this was not appropriate attire for school.<\/p>\n<p>I quickly pulled my coat back on and buttoned it up to my chin, hoping no one had noticed.<\/p>\n<p>I told my teacher I had lost my skirt. When she looked confused, I pulled my coat open a bit for her to see. &#8220;Oh, my!&#8221; she said, and, with a slight smile, sent me back to the playground with one of my girlfriends.<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t realize how far I had run until I saw a flash of blue from the other side of the school property. When we reached the blue pile, my friend stood in front of me while I unbuttoned my coat and re-wrapped the skirt, tying a double knot in the belt.<\/p>\n<p>Upon returning to class, I hung my coat from its hook in the closet then held my skirt tightly against my body while I slid into my seat. For the rest of the day, my hands kept slipping down to check the skirt, to be sure the belt was still knotted.<\/p>\n<p>I made it through the day fully clad, but after returning home, I put on warm slacks and hung the pretty blue garment in the back of my closet, where it remained until my mother passed it on to a younger neighborhood girl.<\/p>\n<p>To this day, when shopping for clothes, I will not try on wrap-around skirts. Not even a teacher could smile at such an old woman losing her clothes in public.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was in third grade when my mother sewed a pretty blue wrap-around skirt for me, a simple style that encircled my body a couple times and tied at the waist with a long belt. It was my favorite color and I couldn&#8217;t wait to wear it, even though it was January and the skirt [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-170","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/170","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=170"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/170\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":171,"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/170\/revisions\/171"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=170"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=170"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oldkaren.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=170"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}