I have been here for 2 months and only just worked out how to start a topic off....... poor me, but I do object to ironing, I hate it. I used to pay a lady to come in and do it for me, but she moved away, now I have this enormous basket to face, it is not fair!!
I hate ironing, when I iron there are brown imprints of the iron on the clothes that don't come off, and the creases are more and ironed in. Here in China I have an ayi to iron. In Africa I had a maid or my husband, he learnt how in the military. In NZ I smoothed the clothes by hand when I took them off the wash line.
No I cook, I love cooking, just hate washing dishes lol. Am not rich, am poor as. It's one of the advantages of the expat lifestyle. I grew up on a farm with maids and gardeners, so never learnt how. Cleaned an oven for the first time in NZ lol and never ever washed a window.
Sometimes you can bang the iron down, and pretend it is somebody you are a bit angry with, then when folding clothes, be kinda rough with them, get all the aggression out, ya know what I mean.... still not heard from any male ironers yet...
Ayi is just the Chinese for maid. Not slave as I do pay her well. She gets all the same holidays I do every year, all paid, all three months worth. Did I mention before that if I add up all my holidays it comes to three months?
I buy outfits that look put together without needing to be ironed. I simply wash most of my skirts, dresses, in pants in a cold cycle and hang to dry. Shaking pants and dresses against a wall gets out most of the wrinkles. Many of us gals do not iron .
It just goes to show the prolific fear people used to have of robots and computers taking over human tasks never came to pass. Personally I love to do my own shopping and laundry, and I would never want to have a robot do it for me!
I like the others seldon iron, if ever, I do own an iron, as an ornament, I put my clothes in a dryer, and then while still hot fold them. My good clothes are all made from stuff that doesn't need ironing, I put some fabric softener in the water, and all the Towels etc. come out fluffy no need to iron, same with tee towels. Really good jersey I handwash and they dry with out wrinkles. But that being said I went to my friends house and she ws ironing knickers, bras the whole lot. Just making work is how I figure it. How are you Brenda?.
I don't mind ironing, but then again I generally wear jeans and a t-shirt that don't need ironing (hangers work wonders!) and so most of my ironing is just quilting fabric. Of what does need ironed, my ex-Navy significant other does it all, he's used to being neat and orderly and prefers that it get done right .
I only iron if I'm going somewhere that requires it in clothes that require it. I hate it because I'm a left-handed ironer, and there's the whole cord situation. (I know there are left-handed irons, but I've never been bothered looking for one.) The other thing is I'm a perfectionist, but that doesn't go well with also being a person who really doesn't want to burn my fingers. It just makes for a tension-filled experience, always watching out not to put the hot iron on the wandering cord.
For ages I've always thought, "I'm going to get either a cordless iron or one for left-handed people." Instead, I've had a total of two irons over the course of my adult life. They're not expensive. I don't know why I just don't buy one that's easier. I guess I just don't go down the aisles where irons are sold - maybe...
I think I have some deep, psychological, thing holding me back from buying a new iron. I shop up a storm online and off for all kinds of other things. I seem to be developing a similar kind of "issue" with buying a new hair-dryer. Mine went, and I just adjusted to not having one. It's been years now. Maybe I should keep your word, "liberating", in mind. I think that would make buying an iron (and a hair-dryer) seem more urgent. (Now, curling irons I'll buy even when I don't need them.)
When my son (now grown) was eleven he started to like the idea of getting up really early for school, ironing his clothes, and (I guess) kind of feeling grown up and "responsible". It was his idea, and not mine; so I let him iron his shirt and pants each day. He really seemed to enjoy it. "Strange," I thought. His ironing phase ended once he got to high school, but to this day he's still more likely to iron than his younger brother or sister are.