It is the day after Christmas. Our house is decorated with enthusiasm if not style, the living room cluttered with wrapping paper. We came home from Christmas with the in-laws to find a large package on our porch, and after quick work with a pocketknife on the many layers of tape, we opened more gifts.
Its quiet. Just the hiss and swish of iron on fabric.
Getting the pleats just right takes skill. First, I take off the badge, take off the nametag, take off the tack pin…
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