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I’m one of those people…who irons her clothes…and then ten minutes after I have them on…look like I’ve slept in them for a week…I made note of that this morning as I slipped on a nicely pressed linen top…

Not sure what the deal is…I see other women in similar outfits…looking fresh as a daisy…crisp and creased…while I look like I pulled mine from the bottom of the laundry hamper…

So…I bemoaned…just a bit…as I dressed this morning…and…Bertha…being…Bertha…had something to say about it…short and sweet and to the point…if it bothers you to be wrinkled…don’t wear linen…

Hmmm…

She went on to say…that the fact that my top was wrinkled wasn’t what was bothering me…it was what people might say about me that was really bugging me…

And…she’s right…I’m thinking that someone else is thinking that I’m too lazy to iron…or some other derogatory comment…

Truth is…she says…it’s none of my business what others think…that’s their ball of wax…and…that…most of them aren’t really focusing on my wrinkles anyway…they are either focusing on their own issues…or how I’m treating them in the moment…

But…if I can’t be happy…knowing I’ve ironed…and that linen just wrinkles easily…then…maybe just maybe…I should wear polyester double knit…

And…I think…that’s probably one of the smartest things she’s ever said…

Jane