who decided that wrinkles are un-good? (who decided that un-good is an un-word?)
i have a "dressy casual" event this evening. no worries, i have NEW PANTS (yeah thrift store!) and a NEW SHIRT (again, yeah thrift store!). they were wrinkled. i can handle this. i own an iron, i own an ironing board. i can do this!
nope. can't do it.
my dressy pants now have wrinkles ironed into them! the new pants don't look too bad because they're a heavier fabric. the new shirt has a bit of shiny ribbon throughout it as well as darts or pleats or whatever it is that is put into girlie shirts to tuck them in around non-girlie places. it also has puffy sleeves. blargh! i have no idea what to do with it. i tried, but i'm not sure it looks any better.
BUT... if i live my entire life and my concerns are an inability to cook and iron but i have loved and been loved then i have succeeded. i just may look a bit unkempt.
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