Day: April 4, 2017

Tie o’ the Day #2 is a satin pink bow tie from KNOTS FOR HOPE, benefitting the Suzanne G. Komen fund. I’m wearing it with my #WarriorsForWhitney t-shirt.

Jake’s Jess and her friends are currently rallying community support–monetary donations and otherwise–for Whitney Shurtz. She is a married mother of four young kids, and has been recently diagnosed with breast cancer. She faces an unbelievable battle right now: double mastectomy, radiation, and chemo therapy. The Delta community is being incredibly supportive. Living in a small town has its benefits. We are all very much aware that when something happens to one person here, it happens to everyone. I wish we all saw the entire world like that. Now, this is where you go read John Donne’s “No Man is an Island”. Ponder it.

There is no polite way to put it: CANCER SUCKS!

Tie o’ the Day #1 says, “Howdy!” A wild, many-patterned Stacy Adams, it is. Shirt is a Carbon, from Rue 21. I do not recommend their button-down shirts. They are the wrinkliest shirts I have ever been acquainted with. I only own two of them, but they are definitely going in the impending yard sale. I may have to pay someone to take them away, but it will be worth it. If I decide to be magnanimous, I will throw in my iron for good measure.

Mom and Peggy have a fetish about ironing clothes. They both find it appalling whenever they see someone sporting a wrinkle in their clothes at church. On our drinking and driving adventures, it is a routine topic of conversation for them. Mom consistently jokes about how she and Peggy want to put an ad in The Chronicle, offering lessons in the art of ironing; but they don’t do it cuz they say no one even knows what an iron is. Mom often threatens to go over to Kathi’s and iron Bosten’s shirts, so he can wear crisp, wrinkle-free shirts to church. I have told her to quit fussing about it  and just be glad he showed up for church.

Suzanne often irons, but she mostly irons material that she is going to use to sew/craft with. Occasionally, if the ironing board is up, she irons my church pants. I’m sure she does it just to keep Mom from belly-aching at me about my duds in church.

And here’s a thing for the group of LDS women who are trying to get LDS church leaders to ok the wearing of pants in church for women who prefer to do that: Put your neatly ironed big girl pants on, one leg at a time–as they say–and go to church. I do. And I’m as welcome as can be.