Don't stand so close to me

A couple of months ago a friend shared a story of how at a fashion show he spilled red wine all over the front of a mans white suit. My first thought of course was it a saturday night fever theme? My second thought was oh poor thing how mortifying. 

Well, I've got my own oops to share. I tend to talk with my hands, perhaps I'm 6th generation Italian or something but I'm aware of this and I try to make a conscious effort to 1) keep my hands at my sides or 2) sit on them. Last night while chatting it up with my Splendora lovelies I forgot. 

So there I was, wine glass in right hand and my left hand was of course free to do the talking. Apparently my left hand needed a break and without any communication, my right hand decided to dominate the conversation and the wine went flying. Luckily I wasn't drinking red and I only spilled on my scarf. 

The horror! 

So ladies, this is my PSA: If you should ever see me with a glass of Red and don't have a desire to tye dye your clothes 1) remove the glass from my hand or 2) don't stand to my right.