So many? I would go for three. If I ironed teatowels, that is. We do iron teatowels in this household (some vague theory about the heat killing off more germs, plus they look nicer in the draw), but it is the man of the house who irons them.
I don't always iron the teatowels, but I do quite like the way they seem to be more porous when ironed (possibly an illusion) and the way my late ma smiles down upon them and, by association, me (definitely not an illusion). Also what Deborah said about looking nice, etc. Mainly it was about getting to know the iron on something easy.
I should think a moebius strip would iron up a treat as long as it was big enough and you had an iron with a pointy enough, erm, point to get into the curves and not flatten them. Anyone who has ever ironed a nightie with ribbon bows on it knows this.
"the way my late ma smiles down upon them and, by association, me (definitely not an illusion)"
While my Dad is still alive (but for not very much longer) I know he's beaming at me for taking to heart his handy tip from his time in the Andrew (ie:Royal Navy).
Fold your trousers right, place underneath your mattress before retiring and in the morning they'll be perfectly pressed.
Hmm. I would perhaps try the iron on something less boring — do you still have that nightie? Though I must admit, in later life, I have taken to ironing in a big way. I love its meditative qualities, and the way it delivers order out of the chaos of the laundry basket. I have even, after fifteen years, started ironing the manly shirts. P can't believe his luck!
Nabakov's dad is right; as is my friend's nana who taught her to iron with her hands as she took things off the line. But for me, it's about the smell of warm cotton and linen, and the pristine hotel-like serenity of ... sorry, yes ... ironed sheets.
I might be a candidate for the worse housekeeper ever. I never iron anything. I can just never get any pleasure out of it, so I'd rather go out looking wrinkly.
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So many? I would go for three. If I ironed teatowels, that is. We do iron teatowels in this household (some vague theory about the heat killing off more germs, plus they look nicer in the draw), but it is the man of the house who irons them.
Ironing teatowels?
To make them feel all "aldownie"?
("aldownie" was this comment's captcha and thus this gag was generated by the act of making it.)
I wonder what happens if you iron moebius strips?
I don't always iron the teatowels, but I do quite like the way they seem to be more porous when ironed (possibly an illusion) and the way my late ma smiles down upon them and, by association, me (definitely not an illusion). Also what Deborah said about looking nice, etc. Mainly it was about getting to know the iron on something easy.
I should think a moebius strip would iron up a treat as long as it was big enough and you had an iron with a pointy enough, erm, point to get into the curves and not flatten them. Anyone who has ever ironed a nightie with ribbon bows on it knows this.
"the way my late ma smiles down upon them and, by association, me (definitely not an illusion)"
While my Dad is still alive (but for not very much longer) I know he's beaming at me for taking to heart his handy tip from his time in the Andrew (ie:Royal Navy).
Fold your trousers right, place underneath your mattress before retiring and in the morning they'll be perfectly pressed.
NB: Does not work with hammocks.
Hmm. I would perhaps try the iron on something less boring — do you still have that nightie? Though I must admit, in later life, I have taken to ironing in a big way. I love its meditative qualities, and the way it delivers order out of the chaos of the laundry basket. I have even, after fifteen years, started ironing the manly shirts. P can't believe his luck!
Nabakov's dad is right; as is my friend's nana who taught her to iron with her hands as she took things off the line. But for me, it's about the smell of warm cotton and linen, and the pristine hotel-like serenity of ... sorry, yes ... ironed sheets.
Could we have a photo?
I might be a candidate for the worse housekeeper ever. I never iron anything. I can just never get any pleasure out of it, so I'd rather go out looking wrinkly.
I have never ironed a teatowel.
But I am generally bored with a new iron about halfway through the first school shirt.
I only iron fabric that is still being turned into clothing, once it's through the assembly stage it lives the rest of its days rather rumpled.
It's not an aversion to ironing as such, it's more than ironing is a job you can ditch, whereas washing the dishes is not.
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