Straightening Things Out

It’s still less than summery at our house

Which makes perfect conditions for ironing (which is, I am told, a dying, futile art) in preparation for the real world starting up again.

I had, after our recent adventure, quite the mountain to scale

but the reward at the summit was worth the graft.

8 comments

  1. My iron got put into a cupboard I can’t actually reach when we moved to this accessible house, and in 4 years, there’s only been one occasion (a shirt for hubby for a funeral) when I felt I needed it. Growing up, my kids thought that gizmo was for melting beads – remember those very un-environmentally friendly bead kits to make doodads for backpacks? Lol. I think it’s rebellion on my part after 16 years of militarily precise creases on naval uniform trousers and shirts….also I got a Whittaker’s Hazelnut block for Christmas (because they cost an arm and a leg here) and I have no plans to iron in order to earn it!

    • There was no way I was subjecting my iron to that kind of abuse (our beads were melted in the oven 😂) – I’m a bit of a fan of precise creases. You go enjoy that Whittakers! The Hazelnut was the family share block, we also each got one of our very own and I am eeking my dark choc and peppermint out but its not easy

    • It was an unusually large pile for us, too, but ironing isn’t something I utterly loathe, the weather was fitting for the chore and coffee and a few squares of Whittakers was the perfect “carrot”.

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