In one corner is me: a mom, a writer, a friend,
a teacher of Children’s Church.
In the other corner, is the “innocent” girl scout
Innocent girl scout patch: I don’t know why you
can’t adhere me to your daughter’s vest. It’s not
that hard. All the other moms do it.
Laura: Oh, trust me. I have tried. I am experienced
enough in patches to know by the feel of one whether
or not it will iron on to the vest like it’s supposed to.
Innocent girl scout patch: Shame on you then,
for not taking the time to sew all of them on, like a lot
of the other moms do.
Laura rushes to the store and buys something
called Fabric Fusion. The word fusion conjured
up in her mind images of patches fusing onto
the vest with no problems. She tries but can’t
understand the directions. She makes a phone call.
Friend with a math brain: Hello
Laura: I’m trying my hardest to be a good mom. But
this Fabric Fusion isn’t working.
Friend with a math brain: Do you have to iron
one piece onto the vest, and another piece to the patch?
Laura: Both pieces are fuzzy. Fuzzy doesn’t stick to fuzzy.
Friend with a math brain: Is there another role in the
Laura: (after checking package) Oh, yeah. The other strip
is different material. (thanks God for smart friends) Bye.
Now understanding how Fabric Fusion works,
Laura irons on the pieces, but alas, velcro is just velcro.
There is no fusion. Just a patch hanging
precariously to the vest by velcro.
The girl scout patch comes out the winner. (Boo Hiss)
(I do not have a math brain. That is one of the reasons
I write. More on that topic another post.)