I did my ironing today. ALL of it. It took me all of Tea With Mussolini and two-thirds of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. (Seriously, how did we iron before we had videos and DVDs to distract us and make it less painful?) I found things in the ironing basket I'd forgotten I even owned.
So now I'm sitting here thinking, "Well, it's time for sleep. What shall I wear to work tomorrow? I have all these choices now that everything is ironed"... but underneath it all is the certainty that I'll just end up cycling through the same four or five outfits even though my double wardrobe is packed full of clothes.
Still... I did all my ironing. Wow.
So now I'm sitting here thinking, "Well, it's time for sleep. What shall I wear to work tomorrow? I have all these choices now that everything is ironed"... but underneath it all is the certainty that I'll just end up cycling through the same four or five outfits even though my double wardrobe is packed full of clothes.
Still... I did all my ironing. Wow.
4 comments:
Well done! I hate ironing so much. I have a lovely neighbour who does about 6 shirts and 2 pairs of pants for $20. Such a good deal, I think. When I iron, the best outcome we can hope for is that it "doesn't look quite as bad as before."
Well done. And I so get the whole wearing the same things anyway bit.
Ahh, I love wash and wear stuff!
I have not ironed in ages, I make sure I hang stuff so its nearly wrinkle free.
I remember mum listening to records while she ironed, she would let me practice ironing on dads hankercheifs.
Oh yes, starting out ironing Dad's handkercheifs, and tea-towels in my case.
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