Some of my blogging friends participate in a Stream of Consciousness challenge. I haven’t until now. Actually, I’m not participating officially now, as that challenge has a theme and this week’s isn’t “ironing.” A SOC usually arrives when I’m somewhere I can’t write it down, often while driving. This one flew into my head while ironing. I was going to say I can’t remember the last time I ironed, but that would be a lie. It wasn’t that long ago, when I ironed my first set of sheets. But before that? Who knows?
Yes, of course I’ve had sheets before. I don’t just sleep on the mattress pad. But all my sheets prior to this have been the kind you can just pull from the dryer and either put back on the bed or away. My goal in life, at least my goal regarding laundry and related activites, has been to iron as little as possible. My husband being an IT guy makes that much easier. He has always worn polo shirts and casual pants to work and now that he’s working mostly from home, I won’t even tell you what he wears…or doesn’t. J But none of those clothes need ironing. Pull ironable things from the dryer at just the right moment, when still somewhat damp and before wrinkles, hang them, and hey presto! The wrinkles iron themselves.
But when I was in France this summer, my s-i-l took me to an outlet store for linens, pillows, etc. Her birthday present to me was a set of sheets and pillowcases, a lovely set made of percale. Percale, in French or English = ironing. I had to venture into the basement, dust off the ironing board, haul it upstairs, find the iron and the distilled water. I was afraid both the iron and I might have forgotten how to iron, but it must be like riding a bicycle, because we both did fine.
Ironing isn’t a bad thing. I have time to think (a LOT of time with this queen-sized set), but ironing a fitted sheet is quite interesting. However, ironing one pales in comparison to attempting to fold one in any sort of decent shape! If you’ve ever tried it, you understand. If you haven’t, there’s no way to convey the frustration. However, watch this short commercial for Lowe’s, which conveys it perfectly and made me jump out of my comfy chair the first time I saw it and shout, “Yes! That is SO true!” (or something like it.) Click here and do watch it! She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed has spoken.
Ironing led me rabbit-tracking to Laura Ingalls Wilder of the Little House books fame. Folding a fitted sheet pales in comparison to ironing anything and everything (they were probably glad not to have many clothes when it came to washing and ironing in those days) with an iron that had to be heated up over and over and over and over and likely weighed a great deal. Laura was born in 1867 and died in 1957. Just imagine what she saw during her lifetime! Here’s a not-too-annoy-because-of-ads spot that lists some of them: http://www.historylearningsite.co.uk/inventions-and-discoveries-of-the-twentieth-century/inventions-1900-to-1990/.
I’m not sure where Laura let me because about that time, my husband came downstairs wondering what was for lunch and just before we finished, the man came to replace bits of the water meter, and then my Consciousness had evidently all streamed out. That’s where it stands as of this moment (and how often do you see a stream standing?) and as my tea is rapidly cooling, I’m going to sit and enjoy it (the tea). I can tell people that today I was streaming live!