Okay then....
Here's how it goes.....
Y'all know I have fibromyalgia right?
And..
Y'all know that anything that touches my skin hurts, right?
Y'all know how I hate shoes and boots!
So...
Once upon a time about 25 years ago, (give or take a year)...
I bought a red cotton jersey nightshirt.
Think of the top of a pair of men's winter underwear.
Sure..
It had a cute little flower embroidered down near the hem on one side..
But basically it was a 4 button men's red underwear shirt.
Now it sometimes happens over the course of time, that as things mature and age they can become very religious.
And so it was in this case...
My nightshirt took up religious orders and became very holy.
What to do?
Well..
I have searched the stores for the past 20 years looking for its twin..
I have searched the winter catalogues...
I have searched the spring, summer and fall catalogues
I have personally contributed hugely to Google's corporate success with the amount of on-line searching I have done...
But no luck anywhere.
Sure..
I found some cousins, but they just did not totally fit the job description...
Then the light bulb lit up!
Sister Kate sews...
So I phoned her in Calgary.
She agreed that if I sent out my old nightshirt which now more closely resembles a cloth you would use to check the fluid levels in your car,..
She would disassemble it..
Use it as a pattern, and..
Make me a new one.
So giving due consideration to the ways and means (particularly the means), I carefully folded what was left of it, placed it in a brown kraft business envelope and sealed it with duct tape.
Now granted..
The local Postmistress was not terribly enthralled with the appearance...
She wanted to charge parcel price for the mailing, but..
Having successfully slid it through an envelope slot, she relented and charged us on weight alone...
And off it went to Calgary.
Well...
I got a phone call from Kate on Friday last, and between giggles she told me to expect a parcel.
Now you have to realize that when Kate giggles, I become extremely suspicious.
I'm never quite sure what to expect when that happens.
Well..
I got an email yesterday telling me that my parcel was at the postoffice...
Went down to pick it up.
It was heavy...
Carefully wrapped in brown craft paper, and neatly taped with the correct tape...
Opened it to find?
My old nightshirt had come home, and..
Beneath it were two lovely black nightshirts and a pair of red plaid slippers.
Now, if you all will excuse me...
I'm going to finish drying my hair, and
Take a little trip upstairs...
To my nice warm little den behind the wainscot and the little round door.
Tags: Insomnia Fibromyalgia Nightshirt
