Ironing–what could be more boring?
First of all, I had to say goodbye to these 2 irons. They EACH had a simultaneous heart attack, or was it a murder-suicide? Either way, they have been faithful to me, through many laundry piles. The one on the left was a purchase of about 15 years ago–a high end stainless steel. The other guy was a freebie for helping a neighbor clean up her stuff. (She realized that she had 2 irons or that she had no intention of ever using one–can’t remember now!)
rest in peace, faithful ones…
And then…. Dah dah daaaaaaaahhhhhhh… a new iron has
graced our home! It really is as snazzy as it looks. Yes, I just waltzed in, picked out the most expensive iron and bought it. How economical of me, right? Well, considering that was the way I did it last time, AND despite many moves, drops, kids, crafts and all, it still lasted 15 years. So, here we go again.
Now I felt obliged to actually use it, not just stare at it– although it is pretty. So, I did exactly what my MOTHER told me to do: set the timer. She says: one hour of ironing is enough, so that is it.
This is exactly what one hour of ironing looks like:
There are 14 shirts there. Not too bad for 1 hour.
Unfortunately, I have about 2.45 hours left to conquer the whole pile. Maybe I need a movie?