Me thinks I need a lady's maid.
My company has gone home and I am settling back into routine. Sis and I really had a good time and the weather didn't get ugly till the last two days when the hundred plus temps hit.
My friend Sis is one of those who sees humor in most things, is game for about anything and knows enough about my childhood to guarantee I'll do what I can to keep her quiet. All in all, a fun guest.
We toured all the local haunts, shopped, and ate. However, she did discover something about me I was unaware of. I apparently need a personal dresser.
By evening on the first day, Sis quietly asked me if I knew my blouse was on backwards. I laughed saying it wasn't possible but when I stretched out the neck for a peek and saw a tag, I quickly learned it was possible. Yikes.
Ok, anyone can do that once. However I did it again, only two days later. Now my wrap around porch keeps the house on the dark side, I had company so I may have dressed hurridly, but I can't really justify doing it twice.
Then I started to think, do I do this all the time when I am alone? Do I go obliviously in public dressed like a five year old's first attempt? Why haven't I made the Walmart Martians group? Or have I? Come to think of it, I do remember blogging about going shopping with my shorts inside out.
Those of you with hubbies have a fail safe to catch any faux pas. I have only a non-interested dog who is only concerned with my mood, if food is coming or are we going for a walk.
Wonder if Mighty could be trained to spot glaring wardrobe errors? I mean dogs all ready lead the blind, are ears for the deaf and can tell if your blood pressure is off. How hard would it be to get them to give you the once over before you leave the house? I might work on that.
I couldn't help but think of my friend Joan who recently passed who loved to make tee shirts. Had she still been around and read this post, I guarantee that I would receive a tee shirt in the mail in a few days with the word "FRONT" emblazoned in bold letters on the proper side. Ah, I miss you Joan.
Not having that and until I get Mighty trained, guess I will just have learn to pull out the neck before leaving the house to make sure I don't see a tag. Sigh.
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