UPDATE: Well done to our winner Claudia with 22 votes on this comment
My husband is the ironer of the family.
I like me a nicely ironed pair of jeans though, is that weird?
I mentioned once at work about how well my husband irons jeans, and it
was met with great mirth. Everyone thought it was very weird that I
got my jeans ironed, apparently they ‘iron themselves’.
Someone even said to me ‘oh what have you got an asthmatic puffer you
want to stick in your pocket too?’.
Actually, it was safely tucked away in my bag ;-)
Well done Claudia.
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I am not afraid to tell you that I am an ironer. I like to iron, or rather I like the results of having ironed.
I think it may be a genetic thing – once when my mother was visiting she watched and chatted to me as I ironed. I finished the t-shirts, the linen, the jeans and the shirts (yes I iron all those things) and when I started to pack away she looked at me aghast – “why aren’t you ironing the undies and the socks ?” she asked in a GENUINE tone of surprise. Before I had time to even begin to explain that no-one irons underwear she grabbed the iron from me and said “you have it out – you might as well use it.” Really my mother is that much of an ironing freak.
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The only thing that makes ironing bearable: a glass of wine or two. After that, everything looks so much nicer. Including the ironing pile.
Ok, I am late for this but need to get this off my chest...
My husband is the most annoying man on the planet to iron for. He thinks that his mum is so awesome at ironing and folding shirts, that she can pack them in a suitcase after she had worked her magic, and then his shirts don't need ironing.
I think it is bullshit, so to settle the argument about ironing skills I would like the new iron, so I can throw the old crappy one at his head next time he mentions her magical powers.