Expect Wrinkles! November 29, 2016
Posted by nrhatch in Food & Drink, Humor, Life Balance.trackback
While discussing the holidays with a fellow bridge player, she mentioned that she used to spend four hours (4!!!) ironing her tablecloth for Thanksgiving (and other Holiday meals).
“Yowsa! What took so long?”
“To keep it off the floor, I had to drape it over the backs of chairs. As I ironed one section, another section got wrinkled.”
“Gotcha. I gotta say that I do NOT have that type of attention to detail when setting the stage for the Thanksgiving feast.”
“You don’t?”
“Nope. I just accept that there will be wrinkles.”
Notice how smiles around the table make the wrinkles disappear?
If you come to my house for a holiday meal, expect wrinkles . . . and smiles!
Aah . . . that’s better!
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Ironing a tablecloth for 4 hours seems like a new wrinkle for anyone. Like you, I’ll take the wrinkles, and the smiles.
I had roommates in college who ironed every morning. As soon as they woke up, they would turn on the iron, plug in the hot curlers, switch on the tv, and iron whatever they planned to wear that day . . . including jeans, and socks, and maybe even their unmentionables.
Not me, baby! Life is too short.
I followed that routine during basic military training. After that I don’t think I ever ironed again. Somehow, other things in life just seemed much more exciting.
I am having a tough time picturing you ironing in hot curlers! 😉
I’d fit right in, Nancy. I love the wrinkles! I don’t even own an iron. 🙂
Yes! I don’t own an iron either.
Wash and wear all the way, baby!
4 hours to iron a tablecloth? That’s nuts. I iron mine – and all the assorted holiday themed napkins to go with it – in under a half hour, tops.
But then, my grandmother used to have me do all her holiday ironing. I also used to have to iron my own school uniform shirts and my dad’s dress shirts for work, so I may have developed a system along the way to do it as efficiently as possible. Come to think of it, I should open my own ironing service….nah…
My mom had us iron dad’s handkerchiefs. I always wondered why, since he would pull a freshly pressed square out of his dresser drawer only to scrunch it up and stuff it into his pocket.
Good luck with your new business venture~> great niche business since lots of people hate ironing, but hate wrinkles more. I doubt I’ll be one of your regulars since being wrinkle-free is not a priority for me.
I hate to iron. In fact, I got rid of our tablecloths and now only buy placemats + runners which I position just so on the table to create a modern vibe. ‘Cuz, ‘ya know, no ironing.
Go you! Placemats and runners are a great look.
I got rid of all my “fussy” clothes (and linens) that didn’t wash and wear well, including those clothes that required frequent trips to the Dry Cleaners.
That was profound, Nancy. Such good advice about so many things in life.
I never iron anything! I hate to iron!
You and me, Babe! I have owned an iron and ironing board in the past, but I rarely used them . . . choosing to wear clothes that didn’t need ironing instead. Then the lightbulb went off and I donated the iron, the ironing board, and the pile of wrinkled clothes to Goodwill. Now it’s Wash & Wear all the way!
Awww… fun pictures! Made me smile… 🙂
Small group this Thanksgiving. But we had more than a few laughs. Hope you had a great time with CH!
My philosophy is all good lives are filled with a few wrinkles here and there..it’s what keep us moving about.
Exactly my take on things, Suzi. Wrinkles, mistakes, and missteps are to be expected as the path unfolds before us!
Iron? Not sure where mine is. I love the slightly wrinkled look of real linen napkins. Placemats work wonderful. If I accidently buy something that needs ironing, it gets donated fast.
You and me both, Kate! “Fussy” stuff doesn’t last long in our house. Let someone who owns an iron adopt it. 😀
Wrinkles are a part of life after all.
Looks like a fun gathering Nancy 💛
Exactly!
We had a good time . . . eating, laughing, and playing games.
I’m smiling so my wrinkles deepen 😆
Laugh lines are the BEST kind of wrinkles. I see that WP has turned on the SNOW machine . . .
Four hours! She’s got dedication (and probably a big electricity bill).
She wasn’t hosting dinner this year . . . to keep her electric bill at a manageable level!
Wrinkles and smiles here too! I have not used the iron this year, if I remembered correctly 🙄
Here’s to relaxing . . . amid wrinkles and smiles.
The problem with trying to be perfect… then you get upset when those at the table don’t notice or compliment your ‘hard’ work!
I like the smiles at your table, 🙂
You nailed it, Timi . . . aiming for perfection almost always stems from the Ego’s desire to impress others (and attain applause, accolades, and approval). When we use an internal yardstick (e.g., happiness), the desire for perfection fades away.
Smiles = Good!
You would think I should hate ironing, but actually I don’t. When I was young, one of my chores was the weekly ironing of the white aprons worn by most of the staff in my dad’s grocery store.
There was anywhere from 20 to 30 aprons a week and it took a few hours to do them all.
I probably was around 10’ish when I was given this chore and I treated it as my zen-time – alone in my own head.
Somewhere around my mid-teens, the aprons disappeared. I never really gave it any thought before. I’m guessing he eventually hired a service.
Today, I rarely iron anything – not because I don’t like doing it, but because I’d rather be spending my time doing other things 🙂
That’s it for me too, Joanne. There are so many other things I would rather spend time on . . . so ironing is a LOW priority.