One day, ironing will become a myth.
My wife used to meticulously iron everything, including underwear and bed sheets. Aside from shirts that I use for work, I care nothing for ironed clothing. Now we have kids, there is no time. Let's face it: it's hard enough finding the time to brush your teeth, let alone the kids' teeth.
Struggling with the iron If you iron underwear and bed sheets, what the hell are you doing? In actual fact, if you iron anything, I suggest that you think again. It's not even a case of Function winning the battle over Fashion – it's really not necessary.
Case in point: take a creased T-shirt. Sure, it's got more creases than your Gran's face but, unlike your Gran, it's going to improve over time. Whack it on and over the course of an hour, the creases will dissolve into smoothness. Gravity, movement and body heat have inadvertently ironed your T-shirt. Voila.
We all know that ironing can damage both your mental and physical health. After you've wrestled with the ironing board and unravelled the iron, you're a bit annoyed, not least because the actual task of ironing is prominent in your mind.
You then have to contend with the relentless heat of the iron, stubborn angles and a tangled cord.
By the time you've finished, you're physically and emotionally drained. You then have to put the equipment away in a weakened state, vulnerable to burning an arm or breaking a foot. In all seriousness, many injuries occur each year by irons. Stay away!
Conclusion: ironing clothes is like ironing sandwiches.
Graeme is dad to two girls, a babble of Barbies, a team of teddies and a dusty Optimus Prime.
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