But anyway- we generally don't need to iron much. Though Ken wears dress shirts to work we buy the "Wrinkle Free" variety (which is sometimes true and sometimes not) and we try to get them pulled out of the dryer and hung up promptly. If that doesn't happen then they generally get thrown back in with a wet load of clothes. As far as the rest of us we try to not have many clothes that need ironing and if they do we might rationalize that after an hour or so either the wrinkles will have worn out or it would have been wrinkled anyway so it isn't going to make much difference.
Ken however had been building up a group of shirts that I had tried to treat carefully when taking them out of the dryer but he still thought they were to wrinkled to wear. I had been putting off ironing them but this past weekend I had some extra time and thought it would be good to spend it in a way that would bless my husband.
So I pulled out my ironing board and iron and put it up in our room in front of our southern window and was able to iron while enjoying the view and the sunshine coming in. I also grabbed the pen and paper that I had been using to write down some long term goals and I was able to think more about that and jot some more things down while I worked.
It was really quite a pleasant half hour or so and it really feels good not to feel the pressure to get it done anymore. I think I might like ironing after all.
What sort of relationship do you have with your iron? Do you love it or hate it or are you somewhere in between?