I’d like to iron out one of my pet peeves for you today. Sunday was St. Patrick’s Day, and while rushing around to put together our perfect green outfits for family brunch, I realized that my favorite (read: only) green shirt was a bit wrinkly in the closet. I decided to strike while the iron was hot, and smooth out all of the wrinkles (seriously, I’m done with the puns, now) even though the shirt would ultimately be worn under a sweater which went under a sport coat. Whatever. I’m a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to getting all decked out, because when you work in a thrift store, the occasions you have to get all gussied up come along few and far between.