Yes, you heard me right, ironing. Well, I'm not that cheerful about just ordinary ironing, ooh no - it has to be gorgeous ironing. You know embroidered lovelies.
It was during a casual conversation at school that I mentioned my absolute passion for bedlinen and anything embroidered and that I even loved, yes loved, starching and ironing my linen, pillowcases and tablecloths. When most of the assembled company had exclaimed with shock, a very kind somebody wondered if I would like their tablecloths; their poor neglected unironed, unstarched babies residing in the bottom of her cupboard.
"Of course not," was my reply...YEAH RIGHT! I could barely sleep that night with anticipation. The next morning I found a bag of beauties in the classroom waiting for me and all day I kept saying to her and to anyone who'd listen, "Does she have any idea of what she's given me?!"
So I've spent today ironing. Ironing with a grateful heart. Grateful that what is worthless to one person is precious to another; and that you never know when you might have that certain conversation or that special find in a Charity Shop.
Only one slight problem...where oh where shall I put them!?
