On Easter, one of my friends dressed up as the resurrected Jesus and took pictures with all the Sunday school kids. Some might call that irreverent, but I call it good, clean fun. Part of my job was to help "Jesus" get ready for his photo ops. When we pulled the costume of of storage, it was REALLY wrinkly. I tried to fix it with a steam wand, but it definitely needed a good old fashioned iron! Even though many of the pictures are adorable and quite kitschy, ALL I see when I look at him is the wrinkled robe! For the love of all that is holy, somebody get Jesus to an ironing board, STAT!
Actually, this is not the first time that my pictures have been ruined by wrinkled clothing. My iron and I are not really friends. In fact, I don't know when I last used it. Part of my problem is that I only have a baby-sized ironing board. It's tough to maneuver woman-sized pants on it. The larger problem is that I have NO IDEA how to iron!
Seriously, I am kind of a nightmare around that hot, heavy thing. Best case scenario, I end up with creases in weird, inappropriate spots. Worse case, I often end up with burns and one particularly memorable time, I glued the iron to the ironing board with a pair of brand new pants that melted when I used the "cotton" setting.
Living with Roomy has made me realize that this might be a generational problem. She irons more often than I do, but definitely prefers to de-wrinkle her clothes in the dryer. Her ironing nightmares include melting her carpet with the iron because she too dislikes the baby ironing board.
Why didn't our mothers teach us this valuable woman skill? In the case of my mom, it's because she doesn't really know how to iron either. So, I'm searching for an ironing mentor. If you are an accomplished ironer, please share your tips and tricks!