I've finally discovered a way to wear a bra without suffering from the intense itching that usually occurs within minutes of donning said undergarment: wear it inside out. As I have long suspected, it is the thread or the material used to line the inside of the bra that causes the itching. The itching annoys me so much that I quit wearing bras around the house 5 years ago. Well, today I had to run errands, so I tried something new and turned the bra inside out. Voila! No more intense itching! The only problem is, this works fine for bulky sweaters, sweatshirts, and blouses with a pattern, but if you wear a smooth, solid colored top, you can see the bra seams.
Why don't manufacturers get a clue? Skin is sensitive. The smooth part of undergarments should go toward the skin, and the seams should be on the outside. If the seams are likely to show through outer garments, then cover them! But for heaven's sake, stop using scratchy thread and itchy lining and scratchy seams!
A couple of days ago I notice my cat, Christopher the Assassin, sitting on a tree stump in the yard. I grabbed my camera and ran out to take a few pictures of him. He has the prettiest green eyes, and they showed to perfection in the photos. After the photo shoot, he came in and joined me at my desk, where he has a bed. He likes to keep me company while I'm on the computer. The first picture shows him just about ready to fall asleep. The second picture is Christopher sitting on the tree stump. (If you click on the pictures, you'll get a larger image)
There's pussywillows out there in the woods. I just know it. Spring is just around the corner. And the pussywillows are out.
How do I know it? Because of all the mewling in the trees. It's not cats stuck up there. It's pussywillows. And that means spring isn't far off, despite what Punxsutawney Phil says. Six more weeks of winter? Bah! Gimme some sunshine!
Yesterday was not a good day. I forgot that my 2009 Washington State business taxes were due today, so I raced around getting all my tax stuff together and completing the tedious paperwork--only to find out that I made so little money last year that the state said I don't even have to file a return! I don't know if I'm relieved or depressed.
Later that day I fixed my hair, as I had a meeting to go to. I grabbed what I thought was a can of hairspray to give my hair a good shellacking, only to discover I'd sprayed WD-40 on my hair instead of hairspray (the cans look similar). I'd used the WD-40 to grease up the shower curtain rod earlier, and it was still on the bathroom counter.
It was too late to wash my hair, so I splashed on some cologne, hoping to disguise the WD-40 smell, and jumped into the car and headed for Tacoma for the Adobe Users' Group meeting. When I got there, the building was dark and nobody was there. What the . . .?
That's when I realized the meeting wasn't until next Monday. I hadn't wanted to get all dressed up and go out on a dark and cold night in the first place, and then to realize I'd done it all for naught. Oh well. I wonder what tomorrow will bring?
I'm retired from freelance editing and living the good life. I love not working for a living! I live on a small farm in rural western Washington State where I reside with my dogs, cats, and horses. I have a warped sense of humor and I'm joyously silly most of the time.