Ironing is a lost art form. I don't know if it's a college/adult thing, an England/US thing or just the generational divide but I do not iron. When I was in college I would pull the clothes out of the dryer while piping hot and fold or hang my clothes so quickly that nary a wrinkle would I find, a practise that is still my main method of dewrinkling! When I married Husby I put an iron on the wedding registry because that's what you do. I did use it. I ironed his shirts when he sold insurance and wore a suit to work everyday. I watched TBS and ironed. I hate to iron but in this I found some joy. A bride ironing shirts for her husband to wear to work made me happy on some Betty Crocker level I didn't know I had. Then he stopped needing a pressed shirt everyday and the iron fell into disuse. It became even more redundant when I received a steamer for my birthday and my dresses no longer need ironing because I steam them. When my iron broke and my mother insisted that it needed replacing I went for the $6 option instead of my $50 deluxe version because it just doesn't get used - fyi the $6 option is never a good choice, even if you only iron once a year! My mother looks at me darkly whenever she comes over and uses it.
On Sunday Husby went to church without me. I walked into the living room just before he left to find him ironing. Imagine my shock, I didn't even know he could iron! Apparently he was taught in high school. On a side note, why do they not teach these things anymore? So many kids don't get this stuff at home or don't pay attention if they're not being graded. Aren't life skills something we need? By the by Husby doesn't like the $6 iron either.
Well since the iron was already out it reminded me that some of Toby's shirts were wrinkly. Now Toby is tubby but he is still tiny. My Steamer will not fit inside one of his shirts and I would likely burn myself in the attempt so they had been sat off to one side waiting mummy's return to the world of ironing. I would never have believed you had you told me that I would learn to love ironing. But standing in my living room ironing tiny little clothes brought me more joy than I thought possible. Ironing little man clothes, tiny shirts, tiny linen pants, well my goodness. I felt so inspired I even ironed a new skirt that Husby bought me and you know what, I enjoyed that too!
So my mother was right all along and now I need to find a new iron!
my husband irons his own work shirts, sometimes when i find time i will surprise him and iron a couple, but then he finally caved and told me that i needed a lesson in ironing. and can you believe it, my husband gave me a lesson on how to properly iron his shirts, lol.
ReplyDeletei haven't ironed my little guys clothes yet but just thinking about it makes me smile!
When I was in junior high and high school, they taught Bachelor Arts where we learned to sew and cook and other useful things. It is so unfortunate that the funding is no longer there for these classes. I have actually blogged about my lack of ironing skills - my Hubby forbid me to iron his clothes shortly after we were married because I double-crease. He is the official ironer in our family and I'm pretty happy to leave it that way!
ReplyDeleteOkay, I just do not know if I can enjoy ironing. But you give me hope...maybe I will someday. And you give my husband hope that maybe I will some day, too. Ha!
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