You know you're getting old when you stop asking for jewelry at Christmas. Or for cool books, clothes, new saddles, a puppy, a new car. And you start asking for things like new towels, or a "little green machine", a cool vacuum cleaner or steam mop. Or in Frank's case... a new iron. Yes, he even ordered it off the internet because he couldn't find one in the stores that would meet his needs. And it wasn't cheap either.
Did I say anything? Noooooo I did not. Why? Because I am not the iron er in this house. Tried it. At one point we gave up the cleaners and I said I would do it. But I never did it good enough and it took me waaaay to long. He would come home and look them over and re-iron a lot of what I had already done. So that nipped that in the bud!! It was back to the cleaners we went.
Then, not too long ago, we really took a look at how much we were spending at the cleaners and Frank decided HE would iron his stuff. (He also irons the rest of our stuff if it needs it btw. Especially on Sunday mornings...) So, I keep his shirts washed and hung up and he irons them! Not something his mother particularly likes, I might add. :) (love you mom!!) Anyway, it is a painstakingly long process to iron the shirts. It was taking about 40 minutes to iron ONE shirt along with half a can of starch. He likes his shirts to REALLY stand up. He likes them sooo starched that when he puts his pen into his shirt pocket, the pocket just kind of wraps the pen up WITHOUT opening the pocket!!
So, for those of you that asked... there's your answer. That, friends, is why I don't do the ironing in this house. Pictures are included for your viewing pleasure :)