this morning, jason had to re-iron his work shirts. he had to re-iron them because (as he pointed out, and you can imagine how well that was received ;) i had managed to iron two seams down each sleeve, forgotten to iron the collars and ironed in creases all over the place. frankly, i think they were more creased after i’d ‘ironed’ them than when they came out of the wash!
so my confession is this. i am terrible at ironing. i don’t even bother with it most of the time, and when i do, the above proves that it doesn’t turn out too well. it’s a shaming thing for someone who aspires to be queen of all things domestic to admit! i would ask my ma for advice, but since she has an ironing pile the size of a three year old child and paid for the last load to be done professionally, perhaps she isn’t the one to ask ;) oh well, like mother like daughter!