The landscaper team trooped through my front door, heading for the kitchen to discuss final plans for my ailing front yard. Straight ahead of the gang, oh lord, there was my bra hanging with perfect visibility from on the newel post of the stairway railing, beige material on black wrought iron. Obviously, no one mentioned it, but believe me, it was plain as day.
Why was it there? Three weeks prior, in anticipation of company coming, I moved it from the downstairs bathroom to base of stairway in preparation for a final journey upstairs to a drawer. A new use for newel posts, a lingering storage spot for lingerie!
