My earring roll looked icky. So I decided to iron it.
(bear in mind this is only about the 3rd time in my life I've ironed anything).
The plastic backing part melted. (And splashed on my bare leg a little but that's ok. I think I got it off fast enough).
:(
Now I'm not so sure I want to iron the clothing. Oh and I can't get the heavy boxes down from way over my arm's reach where DH stacked them anyhow! ERG!!!
ouch. I hate ironing. One of my biggest pet peeves about my job is the fact that I have to wear button up dress shirts, which require ironing. I swear I just create bigger wrinkles in different places when I try to iron them. What cruel person decided to make difficult to iron clothing out of fabric that gets wrinkled if you look at it the wrong way?
I thought that just happened to me (just making more wrinkles in different places). I can't figure out what to do with buttons at all. Or collars... or sleaves....
Every time I order something from a catalog that says it is no-wrinkle it turns out to be polyester. Yuck, hot. So I try to wear skirts made out of sweat-suit material and/or to not care about wrinkles... I guess that is one benefit of where I work, no dress code at all! I assume there is no dress code for "grad student" either.
Okay, in Austin if you have to wear more than shorts, a t-shirt, and flip flops it's way too formal. I only wore business casual if we had a big meeting. And I still hated it.
As for DH's clothes...well he dresses to the nines. He loves crisp ironed shirts and pants. Blah. He does his own ironing as did my ex-husband. All you have to do is ruin enough of their clothes for them to do it on their own. As for me, if I need something ironed I give it to DH.
When I first got married and joined DH in Malta I had to iron his Navy uniform shirts. When I was about to start the ironing he came in and said I will show you how to iron my shirts. He said remember this.
First the sleeves, Then the chest, Leave the front, And bugger the rest.
Washing and ironing in Malta was a real chore. First of all no washing machines, no running hot water apart from the gas geyser over the bath. That had to be operated with the window wide open because of fumes.
I used to wash bent over the bath mostly with cold water. Everything had to be rung by hand. Washing sheets was a nightmare. drying was not so bad if the weather was fine , when it used to be hung on the line on the flat roof. Apart from when we got sandstorms from the Sahara desert. Then the babies nappies got filled with sand and it took ages to shake it all out.
I used to have to boil the nappies in a small bath on top of the paraffin primus stove
In wet times it was hung about the flat dripping. There was no heating or fires in the flat apart from the paraffin heater that we had to buy.
I was really happy when I found a laundry to do his uniforms and the bedding. managing the rest was not so bad.
Cooking was not any easier. I have the primus stove and a double gas ring run on bottled gas. My oven was like a tin box with a door that I had to lift and put on top of the gas rings.
Married life got easier when we got back to England. LOL Shirley
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My husband doesn't even *let* me wash his clothes! I did it once, and he asked me sweetly to please never do it again. :) I guess he does this thing with seperating colors?
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
He is also a very fancy-dressing guy when he goes and meets with clients, pressed wool pants and a tie and all that. VERY cute! And funny 'cause at home he works in a shredded old t-shirt and jammy bottoms.
I don't understand how people used to do these things (and still do in some parts of the world). Or why on earth they developed styles with extra steps like ironing while everything was so hard to begin with!
Sounds a lot like current laundry conditions in Ukraine. When Roger and Nelya left, they gave her mother a washing machine. I never met anyone else there who owned one, even a wringer, except a woman who had a laundry service.
Makes you wonder how my marriage as lasted nearly 50 years, doesn't it.
Marriage could only get better after that start.
I might tell you after all that bending over the bath I had a 24 inch waist and being a breast feeding mamma a 42 inch bust. Talk about top heavy. LOL Shirley
I was tough in those days. I had one hundred steps to go up to get to the outer doors of my flat. Then another 3 flights of stairs to the flat. I either had to walk backwards pulling the pram up step by step, or bodily pick it up complete with baby and carry it up.
One day I was carrying it up with an audience of two English sailors. One of them said," Cor look at the muscles". I put the pram down and turned to them and said," If you can call yourselves English and gentlemen, you would have carried this up for me". They had the grace to blush and if they were around after that the pram got carried up by them. Shirley
vj found this in rec.crafts.beads, from "Linda2" :
]If it needs to be ironed or dry cleaned, it stays in the store.
AMEN!
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