I am feeling SO guilty, and they say confession is good, so ...

Last night, I went steeking. I don't think anyone saw me. But still, there I was, with needle and thread and a box-pleated kilt, where people could have seen me.

But it didn't end there. That felt so good, I decided to repress a kilt. It was beginning to look very free, with pleats going this way and that. But I applied heat and pressure, and now it hangs in my closet, each pleat uniform. Yes, it looks neat and tidy, but it also looks a bit sad.

And to top it all off, I would have repressed two kilts, but I didn't have room to lay both flat to dry. And if someone or something doesn't stop me, I may repress another kilt tonight!

Ah. I feel better.