January 09, 2008
Ironing
I gave up ironing about ten years ago when Far Guy retired from the Military. Up until that time I would do the ironing twice a week. I would double starch his uniforms...that is a chore I gladly gave up. However it did relieve some of my frustrations with him over the years, If I was upset with him...I would just imagine him in his uniform as I ironed it.
I just don't use pillowcases or tablecloths that require ironing. The ironing board is stashed away behind the washer/dryer in the furnace room, if for some reason my sister in law Jan visits, I have to drag it out and dust it off before she uses it. Then there is the old iron, I think it might be an antique. It used to be a steam iron, it isn't steamy anymore...and at one time it had a short in the plug, so Far Guy replaced the plug with a much larger one and used a lot of electrical tape to insure that I was not electrocuted while ironing...he is very thoughtful!
I do not purchase clothing that needs ironing, Far Guy does not pay attention to types of fabric and has a thing for really wild cotton Summer shirts. I have learned that if I hang his shirts up when they are still a bit damp...they don't need to be ironed either...and if I overdry them, I just rewash and try again...those shirts are really clean.
I learned to iron when I was about ten seven years old. I used to love to help my Mother sprinkle clothing, roll it into a tube and put it into a plastic bag. If you didn't get to the ironing the next day it was placed in the freezer so the clothing would not mold. My Mother still has a pile of clothing waiting on the ironing board to be ironed...and she still irons...sometime I miss the smell of fresh laundry as it is being ironed...then I remember that I am liberated:)
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Here I am ironing in 1958 when I was seven years old.Photo taken in the kitchen of the farm house where I grew up.
I still have the hidden away ironing board should it be needed. My sister in law Jan died a few years back so no need to get it out for her anymore. I traded Jen an old rotary dial phone for a new iron and threw my old one in the garbage. When we packed up my Mother's apartment when she went into the Nursing Home she still had clothing on her ironing board to be ironed. I am still hanging up damp clothing to dry instead of ironing!
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