Folding Pants

Every time I hang up my church pants I think of Grandma. I remember when she came over to our house in Grand Junction CO when I was 6 or 7 and helped me hang up my pants...CORRECTLY.
She showed me how to match the creases up at the bottom and carefully feed the legs through the hanger to preserve the crease.  My little hands couldn't hold the pants and the hanger at the same time and ninja the pants through the hanger like Grandma did, so I put the hanger in my mouth so I could use both my hands.
I still hang up my pants by putting the hanger in my mouth, matching up the creases, and feeding the legs through.  Lana told me once she liked that I paid so much attention to how I hung my pants up and thought it was impressive. No one to thank for that but Grandma.  She was good at helping bring out the details of life and making them shine :)