this is where my iron and ironing board sit for 361-364 days out of the year.
i don't iron.
probably 5 times in the last 6 years.
i'm not exaggerating.
i avoid buying and wearing clothes that would require an iron.
if i have something that wrinkles, it goes in the dryer for 10 minutes.
wrinkles don't bother me that much.
much less than the process of having to work in the time to iron before i get dressed.
i'm already "pressed" for time without ironing.
sean's white dress shirts are the wrinkle free ones.
bless you nordstrom's.
and bless you sandie and grandma joi for buying them:-)
you are thoroughly supporting my habit of NOT ironing.
i thank you.
WE thank you:-)
if i do have a skirt that needs ironing, it is most likely for church.
at which point i beg sean to do it for me.
and then i make sure not to get it too dirty during the 3 hour services.
that way i can wear it at least 1 more time (or more--don't judge) before needing to wash and iron it again.
i used the iron and board when i made brennan's quilt and my apron.
i "pressed" them.
which means "iron," in case you were wondering.
i didn't know this at first.
it was a rather embarrassing event, standing there pressing the fabric with my hands trying to figure out why the directions would have me do something that did absolutely NOTHING.
only to call my mom and have her laugh for hours.
it really was funny.
i still don't understand why they couldn't just say "iron."
the pork loin has mastered the zipper.
the stud enjoys showing off his chest while sleeping.
he's THAT vain.
and then he peed through his diaper this morning.
curse you kirkland diapers.
i think i'm finally going to cave and try the huggies overnighters.
i'm so glad i have a washer and dryer at my house.