I recently read a post on another blog about ironing... I thought about it and could not understand the passion and serenity that comes along with the art of ironing. So, today I got out my ironing board and started to iron anything I could get my hands on. Hankies, skirts, shirts, anything that had a wrinkle and needed a quick once over. It was serene. It really was serene and peaceful. It was really a wonderful experience. I understand now why my mother loved to iron. I never really understood why she loved to iron my step-father's shirts. My house always smelled of Niagra and steam... a very wonderful combination.
I hope to carry on this tradition of Ironing and gain the sense of purpose and peace that ironing brings to me in my own home.