whenever you saw my mom ironing, you KNEW she was stressed, and to stay out of her way! She ironed as a stress reliever. Undies, jeans, pillow cases, the cat, whatever she could get her hands on. My dad was in the military, so she knew how to throw a military press on things.

I worked with uniforms, and so the DH, so we ironed ALOT in our house! I got good at it. Nice crisp uniforms look great! Gotta love a man in uniform.

now? I think I know where my iron lives. I am sure its covered in dust, and spiders. who am I to wreck a spiders house?