Dear Iron,

Listen you and me need to talk… after the whole three hour table cloth fiasco at Easter… you just aren’t working for me anymore.  This summer, I’m going to be putting you away and going the chic and easy route… kraft paper.  Don’t be mad… you must have seen this coming… who wouldn’t break up after you burned me and decided to put up such a fight with those wrinkles.  It’s better this way… I’d like to say “it’s not you, it’s me” but truthfully… IT IS YOU!

Write more… Type less,
Lauren

fig 1,  fig 2,  fig 3, fig 4,  fig 5,  fig 6