I recently made a discovery that all women need to know about. It’s a magic product in a bottle called “wrinkle releaser.” Do you wonder what women did before we had products like “wrinkle releaser?” I’ll tell you what we did – we ironed!
I can scarcely believe the hours I used to spend standing over the hot ironing board making the family’s clothes smooth and wrinkle free. We sprinkled, we refrigerated, we steamed, we starched, we sprayed, we spat, and we ironed. Perspiration runs down my forehead in wet beads just thinking about it.
Who would think that the day would come when women no longer had to iron? But somewhere just between the final edge of sanity and beginning of women’s lib, permanent pressed fabrics came into the world. The timing was an interesting coincidence – or was it?
Now, some people will tell you that God created cotton and mankind created polyester. Don’t believe them. Anything as good as polyester has to be from heaven.
Polyester blends were “perma-pressed,” meaning they didn’t need to be ironed. Women folded up their ironing boards and hid them. We became less and less particular about wrinkles and learned that if we took stuff right out of the dryer and hung it on hangers, it could pass for ironed.
When God saw the success of polyester blends, he was pleased, and brought forth another new invention, “wrinkle releaser.” This stuff is really just a liquid fabric softener that you spray on clothes to soften and smooth away any wrinkles that may have escaped the dryer or developed while clothes were folded in drawers.
Some will try to tell you that Proctor & Gamble invented wrinkle releaser. Don’t believe them. We know where it really came from.
Clothes have come a long way. Nowadays, if a wrinkle dares to develop, we grab the plastic bottle of wrinkle releaser and spray away. Wrinkle releaser not only makes the wrinkles disappear, it leaves a fresh, clean smell. It’s so wonderful that my eyes grow misty and I think I hear the angels singing every time I use it.
If only all problems were as easy to smooth away as the wrinkles in clothes. Ah, if only life had a “wrinkle releaser.”
Got a little dent in the fender from backing into that shopping basket on the supermarket parking lot? No problem! Grab the bottle of wrinkle releaser, spray and smooth it away before hubby gets home.
Hair too curly? Spray your BIG hair with wrinkle releaser to get rid of the frizzies and smooth it into a manageable style that leaves you looking like you just stepped out of a fashion magazine.
Try it on that maze of computer cords under the desk. Straighten out the pipes in the bath and unclog the drains. Make the wilted lettuce in the frig crisp again, and turn pretzels into bread sticks. Spray and smooth the wrinkles in the sheets and remake the beds with one sweeping squirt. Heck, it could probably turn a poodle into a Pekinese.
Yes, if only all the little kinks in life could be banished forever as easily as the wrinkles in clothes. Mountains could be turned into molehills. Grandma could be turned into a teenager…
WAIT! What is this in the fine print on the back of the bottle? “Do not spray directly toward the face.” Guess I should have known it wouldn’t work on THOSE wrinkles. We seem destined to go through life with more wrinkles on our face than in our clothes.
“USE ONLY AS INTENDED,” proclaim the instructions. There’s always a catch, isn’t there? Somehow I get the feeling that Proctor & Gamble saw me coming.
Hey, I may get old, but I’ll be an old woman with some great looking clothes!
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“I never saw a purple cow, I hope to never see one,” said the poet. But purple is not only unpopular as a color for cows, it is also frequently frowned on as a color for houses. “World Net Daily” reported that a Florida city passed a new law against purple houses after a local man painted his house purple and gold because these were the colors of his fraternity!
People sometimes become irritated with their nonconformist neighbors because they feel purple houses are ugly and devalue the surrounding property. Neighbors became angry when one woman in Manhattan painted her house purple to honor her favorite sports team. She said she doesn’t care about resell value because she plans to never move. Neighbors are probably planning a torch party right now.
It seems there are actually many people who do not mind being a purple cow. Purple houses can be found in all parts of the country. Victorian houses, especially, are popular since tradition-breaking colors accent the ornate gingerbread trim. San Francisco has become famous for old Victorian houses painted in outlandish colors. The colorful hues were the key to revitalizing a blighted area of town. Of course, San Francisco is famous for a lot of unusual things.
Children sometimes read a book called “Mr. Pine’s Purple House,” which teaches the importance of nonconformity and expressing individuality. Of course, most of us do not live in historic Victorian neighborhoods these days. We live in subdivisions and condos. Our neighbors most likely would react to an expression of individuality like the council in England that ordered a row of brightly painted townhouses be repainted and toned down. Obviously, not everyone goes by the book.
When my grandson was a small tike, we acquired a new pet at my house. After much discussion, my daughter had managed to talk my grandson out of a hamster – as long as he could have a fish instead.
Some people have to go to the wilds of the woods, explore nature trails, or go on camping trips to encounter wild animals. Around my place, we need go no further than the back door.
When I was a child, our weekends were often spent “going to the mountains.” Daddy would say, “Let’s go to the mountains this weekend.” We kids would go outside and hide behind the garage. Mom would pack a picnic lunch, find our hiding place and drag us into the car for a day of adventure.
You’re so sleepy that you can’t wake up and you jump out of bed thinking you have overslept!
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