“I find it soothing to take something wrinkled and make it smooth. It feels anticipatory. It’s what I do before a celebration. And nobody bothers me when I’m ironing.” – Alexandra Stoddard.
I R O N I N G – A T H E R A P E U T I C A C T I V I T Y ?
This Wednesday’s word challenge on Susan and my alternate site was the phrase PRESSING MATTERS.
When was the last time you set up your ironing board and iron and faced that menacing mountain of laundry that cried out for your immediate attention to help it straighten things out?
I had to re acquaint myself with the proper way to do this chore after many years of depending on the endless supply of manufactured items that state that their product is “iron free”.
When that line of items hit the market I will wager many consumers ( especially women) breathed a unified sigh of relief appreciating that a dreaded household chore had been eliminated from their roster.
However many sly manufacturers place an ironing directive on their labels to protect overly eager ironers ( self included) from burning large holes in their clothing.
When I was a youngster Monday was laundry day and I was elected ( I was the oldest) to iron the family items that needed a touching up. Bed linen, t-shirts, under pants, towel ( bath and tea ) were give a careful once over.
I am grateful that instructional videos are available to help me do some chores.
There is something about freshly ironed bed sheets that bring back nostalgically pleasant memories.