Ironing Queen

My grandma Gray has the amazing abilty to make the most crushed cloth smooth. I have never seen anyone press clothes as well as her. When she would visit us I would step out in my skirts which I thought was decently ironed and she would herd me off to the laundry room and tell me to take off the skirt so she could iron it, ignoring me all the time when I told her the that "the skirt was perfectly fine as is". When I got it back though, I knew that skirt had got the touch from the Ironing Queen- Miss Dor.

So here I am in Osaka ironing my own clothes and missing my grandmother because I love her but also because I really can’t seem to get the shirts as good as she does. Last night I spent about twenty minutes ironing this striped shirt that I love and in the end it looked good and I began to think that some of my grandmother’s talent was rubbing of on me. But I have to cover the shirt with a jacket because it’s getting so cold, so no one will see the queen that I am becoming.