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.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Easter is a wonderful day for me and my family. In loving the Lord and turning our lives over to Him, I know that we have an eternal home in Heaven. I hope you and your family can have the same assurance.