:: ❝ Never Iron a 4 Leaf Clover ...
image from The Graphics Fairy.
❝ Never iron a 4 leaf clover,
because you don't want to press your luck. ❞ ~ Unknown
Why, instead of pretty clover do I immediately see decidedly wrinkled clothes? (see my brain stuck on word associations) They are all over the house - hung on hooks, piled on the sewing table, smushed into boxes, and in the closet… it really is most mysterious, how they migrate from -- Must. Iron. Now. -- status to hanging in the closet. I can only conclude it is a case of, "Do not pass the ironing board. Do not collect starch. Go directly to the closet."
You catch a glimpse of this, just as you turn away, a swiftly moving shadow. Yet when you focus on a decidedly creased work shirt, where it hangs there all innocent looking, tension building music reaches to a crescendo, unable to maintain the scrutiny, you blink. The shirt is gone, leaving a only lingering crackle behind. I know it will appear once more when my Sweetie reaches for a shirt... upstairs... in our closet... in all it's wrinkled glory. Am I the only one living with a private laundry portal? Ah, the beauty of residing in a house invaded by portals. Pop! Great what has gone missing now? Or has something reapearred?
But don't worry pretty four-leaf clover, here you are safe from ironing... portals, I can't guarantee.
Bye for now,
Zuzia
Pop! What was that!?!
Stay Calm, Be Brave, Wait for the Pop! With love,
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jgs / |`= the Little Brown Bird