Pantsed—But Not Like That!

So I was in the garage today doing laundry. I hung up a pair of my hubby’s dress pants and began spraying and stretching with wrinkle releaser.

Suddenly a funny story mom had told me came to mind. Since mom passed recently, it feels like a bittersweet gift 🎁 she’d sent me.

Back when I was grownup in the 1960s, my dad wore a suit and tie every day to work in his executive position. Women like my mom, and her mom who lived with us, often were full-time homemakers. They washed and ironed clothes daily. Some things were sent out to be dry-cleaned, but not all.

Well this day mom delegated the ironing to grandma. Having been widowed young and worked all the time, grandma hadn’t had occasion to press men’s dress pants before. But how hard could it be, right? Well she ironed them all the same, making them flat in front and pressed on the seams. But if you know about men’s suits, they need to be pressed with the seams together and a sharp fold down the front of the pant legs!

Dad got up the next day and tried on slacks after slacks. Instead of looking dashing and debonair ,

Like this:

He looked more like this:

He came downstairs yelling, “What have you done to me NOW?!”😱

Mom and grandma laughed so hard they were crying😂