Thursday, February 19, 2009
The Indignity of a Well-Ironed Shirt
Just press out the spider creases, no fancy stuff. I do not want my shirt to be fed fat with carbohydrate, and then braised, before I wear it. I would rather die than let people see me in the hard-crust, self-standing, chopping-board charade. Plus, the custard-smooth facade, the prime-meridian sleeve lines and the collar counting-down-to-lift-off would only make me out to be a dandified fraud.
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Shock, horror! Are you saying you don't want a shirt that looks like it would crack if you bend your arm too much? I think I am all the way at the other end of the scale, where I use my iron approximately once a week.
ReplyDeleteMaya, yes, I like my shirt less than well ironed. That way I will not baulk at bending down to pick up your bag for you when you drop it.
ReplyDeleteA well-ironed and neat shirt by me is fine but not a worshipful obsession with an idol of an over-ironed and over-priced shirt.
ReplyDeleteA bit of stasoft rather than starch in my clothes is the standard.
Posekyere, stasoft is a nice idea (for me). Still do not want it on my shirt. Plus I'm even told all this stuff weakens the bonds of the fabric and ensure I need another shirt all too soon!
ReplyDeleteinterest one there!
ReplyDeletesome just stand on edge like cartoons fixed-out to nowhere!
easy on the eye is always cool!
I like so be in clothes that let me live. Movement is a part of life.
ReplyDeleteawwwwww, matekwor, a breath of fresh air. we are alike in that way. movement, huh?
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