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...)
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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An illustration of the reason I wear less than pristinely pressed clothing.
ReplyDeleteYou're saintly. If it has to be ironed, I don't buy it. Except my cotton organdy curtains: three times a year!
ReplyDeleteMy ironing is hidden inside a wardrobe. That way it can't accuse me . . .
ReplyDeleteSisyphus work, that's what it is.
ReplyDeleteGood luck.
My mother kept her ironing in the freezer. When she was ready to iron she let it thaw and it was still damp.
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I am one of these boring people Rachel...I love ironing! Still that is quite a pile...Wish I could help!
ReplyDeleteThinking of you and you little family!
(90+ degrees F here on the Pacific NW coast, sipping a lemonade and reading a good book...)
Heavens , that's not an ironing pile , woman . There's nothing there !
ReplyDeleteSigned : One who knows .
At least it is contained! actually looks quite orderly ...
ReplyDeleteAnne in England whose stack of white linen shirts resting on a chair appear to be growing ...
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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You could bury your ironing in the garden, like Phyllis Diller...
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