There is no shortage of things to be accomplished, but today I find that which must be done and that which I’d rather do is in conflict. First on the list: I have ironing to do, and at the top of the pile is that shirt. Do you have a shirt or another article of clothing like that shirt? You know, a shirt that really tries your ironing abilities and possibly your patience? Well, this particular shirt doesn’t bother my patience, but it certainly challenges me. Each time it appears in front of me I question myself about its purchase.
It belongs to my husband and I bought it for him as a gift. It was a just a little different than what he normally wears so I thought it would be nice. When I found it, I did what I always do and I checked the price first. Check. Next, fabric content and washing instructions; I have issues with dry cleaning and refuse to go there. Once the shirt got the all-clear from my sensibilities, I bought it. Then my husband wore it, then I washed it. To describe the way it looked when it came out of the washing machine that first time is near impossible, but what is more impossible to describe is how my face must have looked. There is no way the label could have said THAT would happen! As my Mom always used to say, “That looks like it’s been washed inside of a tube sock!” I’ve never, ever been able to get the wrinkles out. Ever. I’ve tried different washing techniques but to no avail. I really dislike ironing that shirt. You know what the worst part of it is? The very next day after I iron it, my husband wears it again.