Petticoats and poodle skirts

A poodle skirt in an Indianapolis museum, which is appropriate given my age

I ran for the bus.  It was the 1950's; early on, and  I couldn't wait to show my friends my new poodle skirt and matching blouse.  Everyone was watching.  Then, as I skipped and swirled to show off my duds, my shoe heel caught one of the several petticoats, pulling the whole bunch down.  Without skipping a beat, but still skipping, I stepped out of them and hoisted them up on my shoulder, got onto the bus, as we all had a very good laugh.

After that I found one petticoat was enough.

Carol