I wanted this to be for ice cream ( a serious love food in our house), but I thought rather than bore you with our cellulite-growing experiment, I would share my funny ironing story with you. When I was making the Take Out/Anti-Take Out apron for Amy's Tie One On, I had to use the iron for pressing down some seams. My 2nd son came into the room and gasped, exclaiming, "Mom! You know how to use that thing?!"
I guess I don't iron very much. My husband does about 98% of the ironing in our house. Only when I do crafting do I really iron. Yes, I know how to use it, and I don't really mind ironing. It's sort of comforting and 'exciting' to see all the wrinkles conquered, the smell of starch, the puff and sizzle of the steam as it escapes from the iron, but I am thankful I don't have a pressing need to do this every day.