…wet sleeves are the worst! How do you stand it all winter long?
It’s actually been cold here for about a week, and I am finding myself dreading washing my hands, or doing the dishes for fear of the blasted wet sleeves. The worst of it is, the durn things never seem to dry in the cold. My old house is draughty enough, without, b-r-r-r, that constant clamminess clinging to my wrists.
I know, I know. I can hear you now telling me to try rolling my sleeves up, but then, well…it’s cold with my sleeves up!
Don’t get me wrong, I love the cold weather for a change, but I am sure am glad that in a few days we might have a day or two in the 80’s. I’ll be certain and go outside and hang all of my wet shirts on the line.
UPDATE: I tried my own advice, pushed up my sleeves, but that still doesn’t work, especially when washing dishes. The water trickled backwards and still found its way to wet my sleeves. Then, when I least expected it, my pushed up sleeve slipped and down into the water it went. Bah humbug…grumble, grumble…