What is the weirdest thing you have experienced while wearing lolita?
We have seen people talk about good and bad things happen to them in lolita. But what I would like to hear now is:
What is the weirdest thing you have experienced while wearing lolita?
You know, a experience that made you think something like "What the h*ll just happen O____o?"
I can start of :) last year I was in London, with my mother. To save on the money we had choose not to use the underground, but just walk around London. It was only for 3 days and we only went shopping. But at the second day our feet hurt, like really hurt. We deicide to go to London's national history museum to sit down and looking at all the stuff. Before we went in my mother had to take some painkillers, because her feet where killing her of all that walking around. That day I was wearing a pink BtSSB JSK with a mixed pattern of cherries and strawberries with white socks and blouse.
Then as my mother was taking up the pills a museum guard (in the late 40's I think) came over to us. My first thought was like; "OMG, he thinks she is taking some illegal drugs" or something like that. But then he said to my mother; "Your daughter is wearing some very pretty clothes. Very modest. Keep up the good work" and he went away smiling.
We where both like; what the....? for the rest of the day :'D ...
What is the weirdest thing you have experienced while wearing lolita?
You know, a experience that made you think something like "What the h*ll just happen O____o?"
I can start of :) last year I was in London, with my mother. To save on the money we had choose not to use the underground, but just walk around London. It was only for 3 days and we only went shopping. But at the second day our feet hurt, like really hurt. We deicide to go to London's national history museum to sit down and looking at all the stuff. Before we went in my mother had to take some painkillers, because her feet where killing her of all that walking around. That day I was wearing a pink BtSSB JSK with a mixed pattern of cherries and strawberries with white socks and blouse.
Then as my mother was taking up the pills a museum guard (in the late 40's I think) came over to us. My first thought was like; "OMG, he thinks she is taking some illegal drugs" or something like that. But then he said to my mother; "Your daughter is wearing some very pretty clothes. Very modest. Keep up the good work" and he went away smiling.
We where both like; what the....? for the rest of the day :'D ...