I send forth my family into the world in crumpled clothes daily.
Don't get me wrong, I love the feel and look of a crisply ironed shirt as much as the next girl , but I have no patience for doing it myself. The reason I bring this up is I've unpacked all our bags from our trip and am faced with a mountain of clean but very, very, very crumpled clothes. So here I am, sitting dejectedly in front of this overwhelming pile, thinking : should I chuck the lot? Donate to salvation army? Hide it and convince J we lost the luggage bearing all his favorite shirts..... What's a girl to do?!
Do you have a super-duper detested chore?
XOXO,
sassy
(image:viahouse&garden)
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