I inherited an ironing board . . . well, Doug snagged it from the “estate” sale of his mom’s former home, and he knew we’d need one in the coming months we thought we’d be spending in Dallas. (He irons, too)
Somehow the idea of living in a home, no matter how long, without an ironing board seemed . . . decadent — and dangerous. I mean you can keep house without a dishwasher – but without an ironing board?
No – it’s too risky ironing on the unmade bed like I did in college, burning holes in the sheets . . . not good.
A few months became several years, and having an ironing board has been a good thing. It moved back to Maryland with us.
However, I noticed the green ironing cover was wearing thin. I thought the only replacement choice was another dull silvery gray cloth that could be tricky to secure properly.
Now I could choose for an array of color, patterns, and best of all, the new varieties — from India — are a forgiving, stretchy fit. Attaching it, I felt cheered up, gazing upon the pretty, puffy cover, all tightly fitting over the fraying tired green cloth.
Then I realized all the energy I absorbed from the insanely bright design had not diminished the pile of ironing.
Ironing Out My Attitude
It needs an adjustment — especially in light of losses in Texas and Florida:
I am thankful for a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing because it means I have a home…. I am thankful for the piles of laundry and ironing because it means my loved ones are nearby. ~Nancie J. Carmody
But the truth is a squeaky wheel:
My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint. ~Erma Bombeck
Unless I find a really good old movie to keep me company — than I can iron for . . . awhile.