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What's Hiding in Your Ironing Basket?

I would rather garden than iron...wrinkles don't matter there!
If there is someone out there that likes to iron, I want to hear from them. I, for one, don't mind and actually like it...occasionally. The outcome is very satisfying and, yes, it is relaxing.

But, if you asked me to do it once a week or as the clothes came out of the dryer, I would simply pretend I did not hear you. Ironing is what the "housekeeping fairy" would be asked to do if she ever offered to come to my house.

When my daughter was in college I asked her once where the students in her dorm ironed. She paused, tilted her head thinking for a moment and told me she had never seen anyone iron! There you go...perfect!

Still, even in this day and age, wash and wear is not the norm. My solution is to either hang things up unironed in the hope that on the day that I decide to wear an outfit I will be in the mood to press the obvious wrinkles out or I stack things in the basket next to the ironing board until the pile is high and my closet is empty. Who knows, maybe the wrinkles will simply "fall out" and I will be good to go.

The ironing basket can become an archeological dig of sorts. Those clothes that need throwing away might go in there. My husband clothes that I don't like may hide under the t-shirts. Curtains taken down and that can't find a storage spot, arm covers for chairs and cloth napkins gather lint at the bottom of the basket. When I dig into it every few month I may find underwear, dish towels and that sock that went missing.

I have come to think of the ironing basket as a place to hide from myself. When I don't' want to face my future and past, I hide those places away for some future day when it does not seem impossible. Then for a few hours or minutes I deal with it all.

What are you hiding in your laundry basket?

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  1. Oh, I hate to iron! I do not buy clothes for myself that need ironing. My husband on the other hand (he is very meticulous!) will iron his shirts, shorts, pants, even if they don't need ironing! At least to me they don't.

    I do have a trick. When I take something out of the washer that might possibly wrinkle, I put it in the dryer on low for about 10 minutes, then pull it out, and while it is still warm from the dryer press it a bit with my hands. Then hang it to dry. Works like a charm.

    So, to answer your question, there is nothing in my ironing basket :-)

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    1. Well, I am very impressed!!! Really impressed!

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    2. Thank goodness for wrinkle release spray!

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  2. I bought a steamer which works great, not great for doing more than a couple of items and won't make creases.

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    1. I want one of those...what wonderful idea. Even though it will only do 2 items...how many items does one need in a day?

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  3. I wash, dry and hope for the best when retrieving from the dryer. A couple of items for 'nice' occasions remain in my laundry basket until needed, then quickly run over with an iron. Most items I wear as is, meaning wrinkled but comfortable.

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    1. The problem with me has always been that I don't retrieve things from the dryer, don't want to think abou the wrinkled clothes until tomorrow and don't remember them after a day or two. Sigh!

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  4. I don't like to iron but when I have too, I try to find everything that needs it and do it all at once. My mother used to iron while watching our local football team play on TV. She said that she got so nervous it helped her relax. My father always had freshly pressed shirts Monday morning.

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    1. Well, back in the day I pressed my husbands clothes, polished his shoes and even ironed his handkerchiefs. I wonder if he even remembers me doing that? He was a very busy man and needed all the help he could get!

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