Jotting Judi - Pressing in
I really like to iron. I know, I know—there must be something wrong with me. Well, that is a definite possibility, but we won’t go there. The fact still remains, I love to iron. Years ago I shared this strange quirk with my friend Linda. She didn’t waste any time finding a person who needed someone to iron dress shirts! I jumped at the opportunity.
With the children off to school, I would set up my praise music, drag my ironing board close to the window where I could enjoy the view and press to my heart’s content. While I ironed, I prayed for the person who would wear the garment! I would imagine my children pressing their noses into the freshly ironed pillowcases in their beds. Wrinkles out, love in! These are happy memories pressed into my heart.
Most clothes today, when dried on a permanent press cycle, don’t need ironing. Still, I iron! I love to see Chalmer in a crisp, freshly ironed shirt. I gain satisfaction seeing the perfect line on the sleeve achieved by “pressing in” with a good steam iron.
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