Oh, my heart: It pulses with gratitude for the steamy details. August 29, 2008 17:31 1 Comment
Don't gag, but my heart is brimming with gratitude today. Absolutely. Guess why. Not the usual suspects: coffee, rain, the pups, His Bertness. Though, I am, natch, very grateful for each one. Of course.
And no laughing — oh, go ahead, laugh if you must — but I am ever so grateful that I now know the difference between ironing and pressing (see Scintillating details, etc. http://thebluegardenia.typepad.com/the_diary_of_the_blue_gar/2008/08/scintillating-d.html), because tomorrow — feeble drum roll, please — I'll be pressing my curtains. Truly. Boring though it may seem.
The ever-so-domestic act is prep for stitching that oft-heard about fine seam.
You remember the curtains. Right? For the bathroom windows? The bathroom with the leaky roof above it?
Anyway. The fabric is a crinkled silk (or maybe it's polyester), and I do not want to iron out the crinkles. Not under any circumstances. No way. No how. The wrinkles are bee-yoo-tee-ful. In the extreme.
So. Fingers crossed. I'll letcha know how it goes. Promise.