Showing posts with label starch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label starch. Show all posts

Monday, January 14, 2008

If Yoda owned a Dry Cleaners

Starch,.or no starch...There is no 'light'.
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Over the past couple of months, I've been taking my work clothes to a dry cleaners near my work - it's really the first time I've used a dry cleaners regularly - every other visit was for 1 outfit, for a special occasion.

One of my shirts are made of a rather thick material, and when starched it turned into cardboard. My coworkers gleefully took the opportunity to tease me about my cottony body armor - - ha ha, indeed, ha ha - - all in good fun.

I decided to stop going to the cleaners (mostly because it involves just one more errand to run every week, and who needs that) and last night I tossed my work shirts in the washer for the first time in weeks. I hung them to air dry.

This morning, I pulled on my aka-body-armor shirt, and it was much softer, more like - I don't know - an actually comfortable garment - and it still had the creases in the sleeves, its collar still arched like an irked feline. When I got home from the grocery store, I threw it back into the 'dirty' pile for a rewashing. Will one more wash be enough to expunge its chemical fortitude? Tune in next week!
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Wednesday, June 27, 2007

It just came to me

"Ironing has nothing to do with heat, steam, or starch, and everything to do with will power."

Which must be why all the stuff I iron ends up 'somewhat less wrinkled', instead of 'crisply pressed'.