Friday, May 25, 2012

...And I broke down

I don't believe in ironing.

I believe clothing should not wrinkle and when it does, I believe in the de-wrinkle function on the dryer or the hang-it-up-in-the-bathroom-while-you-shower method.

If something really requires ironing – say before a wedding –  I am often with my mom and, since she is ironing, any way, I add a piece or two more to her pile (or she is disgusted and just does it).

But recently, I have noticed a number of my articles of clothing were looking a little too wrinkly, even for me.

And last night I broke down and ironed.

I think I might need lessons. 

3 comments:

Heather said...

Ha Ha I hate ironing with a passion. And my mom still does a big pile of ironing every week too!

CoconutPalmDesigns said...

I'm with you. I hate ironing. As a matter of fact I think my iron is still in the box. (My mother bought it for me the year you and I met and I started college.) I've used it maybe half a dozen times in all those years and just keep putting it back in the box. Sadly my mother doesn't iron either so Matthew and I just walk around wrinkled.

Cheers :-)
Jo
- CoconutPalmDesigns

Frugal in WV said...

I hate ironing also. My husband works in an office so I have to iron five shirts every week, which I can't stand!