I knew it. I wanted to leave at 6:30pm. I began hooking this shirt together 15 minutes ago and it’s now 6:25pm. Determined, I slide the tiny little eye into the hook and try to pull it on. My head won’t go through and I discover I forgot two links.
My favorite party shirt for spring and summer needed a wash over a year ago so it got clean. Unfortunately, it’s a bitch to put back together so I didn’t. Tonight, I’m determined to wear this darned shirt to the party.
Hooking the two links into line takes another 5 minutes. Carefully aligning the shirt, I pull it over my head. Something is not right. The one sleeve droops and the bottom is turned inside out or outside in. I truly suck at this puzzle but the shirt is not winning this battle. It’s time to call for reinforcements. “Jack! Jack! Come upstairs!” I yell. Jack looks at my dilemma, fools with it a bit and asks me to remove the shirt. “How does it work” he asks. It’s easy to explain the contraption without me in it. I hold it up, explaining the configuration. “Okay” Jack says and he coaxes it into correct alignment. He holds the shirt in position while I wiggle into it. I’m dressed and we’re ready to go.
By this time I’m really ready for the wine tasting we’re heading out into the pouring rain for. I really hate it when I buy clothing I love but impractical to wear. How about you?