the orange sweater
This is Ali’s orange sweater.
Ali’s orange sweater sat on this leather chair in our bedroom after he “unpacked” his carry-on last week.
It sat there for 3 days. And 3 nights.
I swear I tried my hardest to ignore it. I walked by the sweater at least a dozen times and pretended it wasn’t sitting there. The bright color prevented that, however, so then I averted my eyes. But my eyes refused to be averted.
The situation needed to be addressed.
“Is there some reason your sweater has been sitting on the chair for 3 days?”
“Yes, it’s airing out.”
“I’d be happy to take it to the dry cleaner for you.”
“It’s a really expensive sweater.”
“Well that’s why I’ll take it to the dry cleaner instead of washing it.”
And so the sweater sat on the chair in this position for 2 more days. Until suddenly…poof! It was gone. I couldn’t believe it!
Could it be that I don’t have to throw things across the room in a fit of anger to see results? Maybe getting angry really isn’t the only way to make things happen!
But then I went to close the sliding door and saw this:
So the sweater continues to air out. And we all know it will until it’s thrown across the room. By yours truly.