I’ve not ironed more than one shirt, or a couple of hankies, in a single session since I can’t remember when. K would expect me to iron her stuff as well as mine, which would be fine except she’d never do my shirts in return. I got really annoyed about it, and ended up not ironing anything. This wasn’t a problem while I was still an academentic; if ever I needed a smart shirt I’d just do one.
Nowadays I like to look a bit smarter though—I even wore a tie to work a week ago, which really got people wondering—and so my nice or dress shirts are getting a bit crumpled. Jenny is away at a lab retreat tonight, so I’ve put some of my fave tunes on the Bose, poured myself some cider and got down to it.
I’ll… be back in another seven years, maybe.
I like ironing men’s shirts. I used to have to iron at home as a teenager, and my dad’s shirts were my favourite. Just enough of a challenge to not be boring. (It’s pretty pathetic that I haven’t had a chance to iron any since.)
Comment by Eva — 3 February 2010 @ 7:41
I think it’s been about 7 years since I ironed anything. Best shirt I own (from Eddie Bauer) has Teflon in the weave. It’s completely and utterly un-wrinklable, and I love it.
My wife also hates ironing. We match nicely that way.
Comment by Ricardipus — 6 February 2010 @ 5:07