I know it’s not Saturday. But my brain is experiencing an overload of thoughts and I wanted to respond to SoCS from last Saturday. The prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday was “collar.”
Use it as a verb, a noun, or metaphorically. Bonus points for using it in all three ways! Enjoy!
The first collar I thought of was Annie’s of course. I always wonder if she dislikes having on her neck or not. I don’t want it to be too tight, but she is a magician at getting it off. I need her to be safe. So silly me, I have begun taking it off when I am 100% sure we are going nowhere all day. I don’t know if I am making her happy or frustrated when I put the collar back on.
The second thought was to all the collars I have ironed in my life. You know, one of those, “if I had a nickle for every ……, ” kind of things. I have gone through phases of hating to iron, liking the peace of ironing in front of the television, ironing only when my arm was twisted, and now ironing everything I am sewing as it makes my seams lay flat.
My only other thought on collars is the fact that I can’t stand wearing them. All my clothes need to loose, nonrestrictive, and barely touching my skin. My fibro has made my skin so sensitive. I honestly don’t think I own many/any collared shirts.