Sometimes the woman would, natch, get caught up in her own life and it would take a few extra days for the clothes to return. Which is why I chose to iron mine myself. Because you just never knew when you might need a yellow, rick-rack trimmed gingham sundress to catch the eye of a cute boy.
In those ancient days clothes were cotton and starch didn't come in a spray can, but in bottles. So, you had to soak the clothes in a mixture of starch and water, wrap them up in towels until they were almost dry, but still damp, then press the wrinkles out of them. Not exactly with a hot rock, but the irons weren't exactly state of the art and steam irons had a tendency to suddenly go spitting out rusty water, so mostly I turned that feature off.
Now we have tumble press dryer cycles, spray starch, even dry-cleaning bags you can toss in the dryer. But apparently some people just like to do things the hard way. Which may explain the "sport" of extreme underwater ironing. Or not. This isn't exactly a Friday Funny. More a Friday really, really weird.
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I enjoy ironing, maybe more pressing these days. I paid for my first semester of college ironing and "learning" my French vocabulary words.
Today, I let it pull up a bit and while I'm ironing, I work out plot points, character problems, or just get caught up on TV shows.
However, I'll NEVER try it underwater--though my scuba diving son said that might have induced him to pick up an iron. :-)
Thanks for the little bit of humor.
Ironing would be one of those mindless things that would help with plotting. One problem is that I think I only have a couple things that even need ironing these days.
And usually I wait until the last minute and ask my sweetie if he'd mind quickly doing it while I finish getting ready. :)
I only iron if nescessary. Thank god for perma press. The only things I really get the iron out is for my irish linen pillow cases and other linen bits.
You will never, ever, see me ironing underwater.
Ironing would never be my extreme sport of choice, JoAnn. If I'm going to do a mindless activity, it should involve a chip bowl and some salsa. Just sayin'!
Thanks for my Friday smile.
p.s. Love your MySpace Mardi Gras page.
That was bizarre. Don't they have to re-iron everything once they get it up out of the water? Yes, yes, I know they weren't actually ironing but it's stuff like that that makes my inner critic howl.
I love to iron, have been doing it since I was 10 years old. The ironing was my job. I press when I am quilting, and to get some exercise, I have my sewing machine upstairs and the ironing board downstairs, and up and down I go. Not underwater tho. I did win a blue ribbon with my quilted wall hanging at my quilt guild challange, titled "Under the Sea". Don't know how to send a picture on a comment.
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