I spent most of this afternoon ironing shirts. It took hours. It was hot work, for it is 105 outside and inside is a cool 85. Most of the time Someone irons the shirts, but now he is working it behooves me to do more of the housework – which includes ironing shirts. Someone’s approach to ironing and sorting laundry is to accumulate a pile of ‘to iron’ until it rivals Fafner’s ransom. Then, he irons. My approach is opposite; let no more than 3-4 shirts gather before I get out the ironing board
I am not very good when it comes to ironing shirts, and I am worse with trousers. I suppose it comes from lack of practice. Either that or I never was told how.
Ironing my own shirts evokes mixed feelings, like the cliche cartoon where a red devil sits on one shoulder while the white angel sits on the other and they give out contradictory advice.
On the positive, I like being an autodidact and I like saving money. I think the local cleaners charges two dollars per shirt. I go through five dress shirts and several Spo-shirts per week, so you see the problem.
On the negative, the other fellow rolls his eyes and says (in a slight snooty voice) spending my precious time off ironing shirts (and not too well) is just not time-efficient. When living in Chicago my roommate was horrified I ironed my shirts. He seemed to convey by doing so I was depriving the livelihood of some poor worker and ruining the economy.
I confess: despite the time consumed slaving over a hot board I rather like ironing. In the winter the heat and steam from ironing are a rather pleasant. While I iron I listen to medical lectures* or operas or whisky reviews. This makes time fly. **
Even with Someone now bringing in some money and the loss of free time I sense we aren’t going to be running to the cleaners any time soon. I may be ironing more but less per job and more frequently.
Who knows, maybe with practice I may figure out how to press trousers without bungling.
* Today’s lectures were on “The role of inflammation in mental illness” and “Updates in the treatment of bulimia.” What a pair.
** Someone likes to iron while watching television. Curiously I can’t do that as it is too distracting and I am apt to burn things, usually my fingers.