Wednesday, April 18, 2001

This morning, I came to the sad conclusion that I simply cannot iron. I tried, really I did. At 6:45 am, it was me in the laundry room with the iron and a pair of khakis. It was so not pretty. Anyway, I put more wrinkles in than I took out. Finally, I decided not to put in the crease that runs down the front of pants; I'm strangely envious of people who can do this. You know who I'm talking about: people whose clothes never have a wrinkle and in fact, are so starched that clothes can possibly stand on their own. I look at a dress wrong and it wrinkles. Hence, I spend lots of time talking to my closet, hoping that my good feelings towards my rayon and linen clothing radiates outward. I'll let you know how it goes.

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