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(1)  The Chinese Laundry   It's Curtains I kept looking at my draperies and thinking, just cut them. As in, I should cut them. They are ceiling to floor, and the window is only 56 inches high, so maybe a fresh look will do me good. But not having a sewing machine, and suffering from poor hand-eye coordination, I ask FD to bring them down to our local laundress. She's generally good with repairs, so this should be something she'll manage fairly easily. She calls me with an estimate, then assigns the job to someone else. Within a few days, FD fetches the drapes. He brings home four hangers, two with draperies, two with the left over material. "You're not going to like it," he says. "The guy who did the job ironed one curtain, then one of the scraps." "Not gonna' fly," says I. "I'll bring it back tomorrow." "Don't bother them," he advises. "They seem busy. I'll iron it." Not wanting to put him out...