Sunday, April 15, 2007

Wow, I was struck by everyone's survey's at how none of us really iron. I remember my grandfather used to spend like an hour ironing a shirt. One time he caught me doing one for my dad and he about had a fainting fit he was so ashamed of my skills. I still am a lousy ironer. Maybe this is one of those things like cheese-making that is becoming a lost skill.

I can just see my mother-in-law who is among the few profficent and regular ironers left out there, out at the Phrophetstown museum in twenty years at their new 1950s housewife display, showing young women the lost art of ironing.

I guess there is still hope. My mother, who is visiting, was apalled that after my iron broke a year ago it hadn't been replaced. She bought me a new one.


WondrousPilgrim said...

sonwhere between interuptions and irons, we have failed our mothers. But I think they still love us...


Anonymous said...

I actually LOVE to iron, but it's hard for me to make time for it--I only do it when my daughter is asleep, for fear of her pulling a hot iron down on herself. I love the smell of the steam coming off of clean clothes, and the starch on my husband's nice shirts. I usually put on a favorite movie or some music while I'm ironing, which enhances the experience, and something in my personality loves getting wrinkles out of things.

But my homemaking in general has been limited since my son was born seven weeks ago! If there is food in the house and some clean clothes to be found (or dirty ones that aren't too smelly yet) I consider it a good day, housework-wise. It's a shame that my favorite household chore is the one that I so often put off.

Happy Easter, Anna!

-Elizabeth Butina

Anonymous said...

Hey Anna,

I just wanted to let you know that when I worked at the car dealership I discovered the lost art of ironing. Every day without fail (except on just a few occasions) I ironed my shirt (and pants if need be) before I went to work. It became sort of a ritual, while in college it remained kind of a mystery and I let the drier do the work. Anyhow, cool blog. Hope all is well with you all.


--Nick M

Dragonflyer's Ladybug said...

Ironing is the bain of my life, lol!


Anne McD said...

I hate to go do it, but once I'm ironing, I take great pride in the fact that I know THE CORRECT WAY to iron dress shirt and pants. Great pride.

It may be sinful.

I should think about this.

But seriously, if it weren't for a woman with too much hair and a lot of red lipstick on HGTV about 6 years ago, I wouldn't have to sit here and wonder if I should bring this up the next time I go to confession.

Oh well, at least the rest of my homemaking skills are deploroble.

Anonymous said...


Where are you these days? I love reading about your domestic feats; I hope mine will become more frequent after our bambino is born and I don't have to work (well, at least not full-time)! Since I work full time, I am to embarassed to answer that survey because, though I would love to do all of it, there are just not enough hours in the day and not enough energy in pregnancy. You are awesome Anna!

Sherry O'D