I Love Ironing

I iron. Yes I do. I like the crispness that ironing gives to clothing. I do iron t-shirts, and pyjamas, but not pillow cases or jeans.  I like to think that I am reasonable about what I iron, but as I see this in print...maybe reasonable is not quite the right description. Maybe peculiar or weird is more accurate. Nonetheless I stand by my ironing choices.  I find ironing somewhat therapeutic and definitely satisfying to see the wrinkles disappear.  Kind of like working out the kinks in my life.  If only they disappeared so easily.
I remember  how my Mom ironed when I was a kid. We lived for a while in a remote village where we had no electricity, so she use the old sad irons.  We had a wood stove and she would heat them up and use one until it was too cool and then grab another one while the first one heated up again.  Now that would be drudgery to me.

Later when we moved to where we had electricity, but no steam irons, she would dampen the clothing, let them sit overnight and iron them the next day. And make a solution of starch with corn starch and water. That was really crisp.
And if ironing is just not part of your vocabulary, you can always throw that shirt in the dryer for 10 minutes on low with a damp sheet of fabric softener and face the world looking perfectly pressed.

Do you still iron clothes? Why or why not?

As you take two minutes to consider peace for our world today, think about what kinks you may want to iron out of your life.