My mom has said it often: Ironing is a great way to get warm in the winter and a time to think.
Though I like being warm and thinking, I still choose to iron as little as possible. I find as many ways/shortcuts to avoid ironing as I can. But, there are those moments (The Engineer's work pants got left in the dryer) when ironing is a necessity.
One of those moments is today. I'm standing at this squeaky ironing board with steam hissing from my old iron. (Even though, the Engineer's bachelor iron is probably better than mine, I prefer my old trusty one - something about the feel of it.) I see impossible-looking wrinkles and know that with a bit of heat and some applied steam, they will disappear into perfectly smooth.
These things tumble into other thoughts...
All of a sudden, I'm desperately wishing that each wrinkle was connected to something on that list and my heat and steam could flatten it and make it perfect.
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