I Ironed a Shirt

Sometimes even the basic things feel like a story.

As I've not been able to move much at all over the last month or so, the dining room floor still hasn't been sorted out and, with all the rain that we're having, there's often some serious damp in the carpet. I've been using towels to mop up, then washing them on a hot wash. This is all perfectly normal. Unfortunately, DH hasn't been doing laundry for very long. He learned to do it after seeing bear take charge. He's pretty good, but he bunged in some shirts without checking the temperature dial. Nice shirts really shouldn't be washed at 60C. 

I didn't realise about the temperature of the washer. However I took the washing out, bunged it into the dryer and made sure that I was around to take the shirts straight out of the dryer and hang them up. Most of the time, if you do that then you don't need to iron anything. Unless, of course, the shirts had been washed on a hot wash. 

So I ironed a shirt for the first time since bear's prom last year. It felt so strange. The iron agreed with me as it was making all sorts of noises, sounding like it was picking up static radio and generally grumbling. Yet it seems like only yesterday that I was ironing over a dozen shirts every week. DH had a clean shirt, nicely ironed, every day as he went out to work. I put bear in a clean shirt every day as they were white shirts and the only chance I had of keeping them white with a school aged son was to change them over quickly and use vinegar as the laundry softener. And when father was with us, he liked to keep himself in nice clean shirts. So much has changed. 

I didn't have any pics worth sharing, so I found this pic on Unsplash

Photo by Ryoji Hayasaka on Unsplash

They look like they need an iron, but I'm not volunteering. I don't miss ironing at all. I miss having a house full of men, all with their own ways and needs. I think that it really struck me how my life has changed. I'm setting time aside today to be mindful of where I am and how things have changed. 

I've started looking through quotations and putting them in a pretty Canva pic. It's just at random and when I feel like it, and this is one I did today.

It takes me back to the days of bad inflation in the 1970s when you never knew what things would cost from one week to the next.

Writing stuff - yesterday I posted the latest instalment of The Guest on my blog here. I hope to have more interesting stuff to talk about soon.

Hugs and good health to all.