This morning when I was getting dressed, I was really missing India.
Yep, you read that right. I miss living in India this morning.
I have this bra that drives me nuts. The strap is twisted and I cannot get it straightened out.
Are you really confused now? Are you wondering why that would make me miss India?
Well, if I was still in India one of these things would happen….
The lady who did my laundry (yes, I miss that too) would notice the strap before I did and she would know a professional bra strap fixer who would fix it for about fifty cents.
My laundress would spend about 25 minutes explaining to me that she did not twist the strap. In fact, she has absolutely no idea how the strap got twisted. Maybe the housekeeper did it. But it’s okay because she knows somebody. A professional bra strap fixer.
If that professional could not fix it, she would know another professional bra strap replacer who specialized in just replacing straps. The old strap would be replaced with a new strap that is a little off color but it would be good enough. And that old strap would be turned into a shoelace by a professional “turning bra straps into shoe laces” specialist.
If those two tacts failed miserably, then I would simply abandon the perfectly-good-except-for-the-strap bra in the trash. And the lady who did my laundry would take it home and love it like no bra has been loved before. It would likely become a family heirloom and get passed down through generations.
There’d be no wasting and everyone would be happy and three people would have gotten paid something for their efforts.