That’s what a parent said to me at the school fete on Saturday! Initially I didn’t understand- was she confusing me with Dita Von Teese, or another burlesque ecdysiast? The other people at my stall gave her strange looks too – they were obviously baffled as well.
It transpired that she had seen the mini sweatshirts I had made for the Year Six pupils – and I was the BEAR Lady! [it just shows how stressing the wrong word in a sentence completely changes the sense of it all]
I’m glad we got that sorted out, before my reputation is thoroughly ruined. It would be the end of Supply Teaching and Lay Preaching!