If you’re a regular ready you’ll know that I’ve recently moved to Africa. My learning curve is wonderfully curly and curious.
Take ironing underwear for instance. I am fortunate enough to have house help. My clothes are washed, dried and ironed for me. Even my underwear. Ironed.
Back home, my ‘ironing’ would consist of hanging said wrinkled piece of clothing on a hanger, putting it in the shower, batting some water on it, smoothing it down and leaving it be. When I came back it would be relatively wrinkle free.
And that’s the perspective I brought here. With my eyebrows reaching skyscraper heights in incredulity, who needs to have all their clothes ironed I thought, especially underwear ? I thought it was a waste of time. Not efficient. Decidedly odd.
That was then. This is now.
Turns out clothes are mostly hung outside to dry here. Turns out flies like to hang about. Turns out flies like to lay their eggs, especially on underwear.
Here’s the perspective altering fact; ironing kills the eggs.
Bring on the iron!
What perspective have you tried to transport from one situation to another with decided gaps and gaffs?