Friday, 17 August 2012

You thought I was kidding?


Yesterday I felt that I'd made a sizeable dent in the ironing mountain.


Clearly I was wrong. 

I'm going back to it now. I may be some time.....

11 comments:

June said...

An illustration of the reason I wear less than pristinely pressed clothing.

Bow Street Flowers said...

You're saintly. If it has to be ironed, I don't buy it. Except my cotton organdy curtains: three times a year!

jabblog said...

My ironing is hidden inside a wardrobe. That way it can't accuse me . . .

Desiree said...

Sisyphus work, that's what it is.
Good luck.

judy in ky said...

My mother kept her ironing in the freezer. When she was ready to iron she let it thaw and it was still damp.

Jan said...

That's not a mountain - you should see mine!

Jan x (debating whether I can face tackling it.)

Noelle the dreamer said...

I am one of these boring people Rachel...I love ironing! Still that is quite a pile...Wish I could help!
Thinking of you and you little family!
(90+ degrees F here on the Pacific NW coast, sipping a lemonade and reading a good book...)

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Heavens , that's not an ironing pile , woman . There's nothing there !
Signed : One who knows .

Anonymous said...

At least it is contained! actually looks quite orderly ...

Anne in England whose stack of white linen shirts resting on a chair appear to be growing ...

frayedattheedge said...

My brother's wife, a teacher, used to have enough clothes so that she didn't have to iron for a whole term (she kept the ironing in the loft). My sister, when she was a teacher, would put the ironing in the boot of her car when she had visitors.

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Marie said...

You could bury your ironing in the garden, like Phyllis Diller...

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