Open The Drawer And Set It Free

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This old gal…

Shopping the Expo Hall at the rodeo, saw a sign that cracked her up…a frog…a cowboy frog with the caption that said…’The Only Squat I’m Doin, Is Diddly…

Clever, so very clever…then realized it wasn’t a sign but an iron-on transfer…could hear the hissing of the steam as a man pressed shirts nearby…

A few days later, there they were again…transfers, in Hobby Lobby, and transfer-loving me realized they must be in style again, after fifty long years…

Maybe one of us needs one, that mushroom one…get a shirt and do some ironing…but something said no…not that husband of mine…not the fact that maybe 64 year olds aren’t wearing transfer Tees…but because of TTST…

Transfer T-Shirt Trauma…

1970s…fourteen year old me…transfer T-shirts all the rage…went to the shop in Sycamore Mall by Baskin-Robbins and used her own money to purchase a white shirt with a big ladybug transfer on the front…

Thought it was the bomb…imagined herself like Marcia Brady but turned out to feel like Jan because for some reason that ladybug shirt became the family joke…fodder for teasing…so much teasing devastated me hid that shirt in a bottom drawer and never put it on again…

And so it is…in life…we all have our ladybug shirt hidden in the bottom drawer of our childhood…embarrassment, pain, a time of hurt…

Acknowledge it…embrace it…open that drawer and set it free…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…