I Like Monday 29
This Monday, I like... ironing.
Image taken from the Lakeland website.
Confession: I am very lazy when it comes to housework. I only clean up the kitchen and make my bed because this is stuff that has to be done every day or it will be the end of civilisation as we know it. Anything that can be left for a while - laundry, hoovering, dusting, cleaning windows etc. - I am completely blind to. The number of times my mum has grumbled, "Did you not see that X was to do?" - no, Mum, I didn't, I was far too busy reading a book/watching TV/on the internet/indulging the fantasies in my head. I heartily dislike most household tasks too. Dusting? You have to move so many things in order to do it properly, and then you have to put them back again. Cleaning the bathroom? When you rinse out the brush, the cleaner gets washed away before it's done its job. My particular bugbear is hoovering, UGH, I cannot STAND hoovering!!!!
There is one chore, however, that I do enjoy: ironing. Maybe it's the precision of getting the seams lined up and the fabric laid out taut, which appeals to the perfectionist in me. Maybe it's the instantaneous satisfaction of seeing the creases disappear under a cloud of steam. Maybe it's the comforting heat, the soft sound of the steam or the soothing rhythm of pushing the iron back and forth. Maybe it's the knowledge that this is the very last task to be done with these clothes, the end of the laundry sequence. Maybe it's the fact that I can sit down to do it! Whatever the reason, I could spend whole evenings happily ironing away.
And my particular favourite garment of all to iron? Shirts. Yes, shirts. I flatter myself that I'm something of an expert at them and I always save them for the end of any ironing session. To iron a shirt you have to treat it as five different bits: collar, arms, front right panel, front left panel, and back panel. A lot of people find this frustrating but I enjoy the routine of it, and the satisfaction of working around those awkward seams and folds to produce a flawlessly pressed shirt. If anything, I am over-fussy about shirts and will spend a lot of time making sure that I'm happy with the final result.
And lastly, doing the ironing gets me out of doing the hated hoovering. My mum hates ironing but loves hoovering, so she's more than happy to swap chores. The work gets done, neither of us has to do a chore we hate: everybody wins! :DDD
Image taken from the Lakeland website.
Confession: I am very lazy when it comes to housework. I only clean up the kitchen and make my bed because this is stuff that has to be done every day or it will be the end of civilisation as we know it. Anything that can be left for a while - laundry, hoovering, dusting, cleaning windows etc. - I am completely blind to. The number of times my mum has grumbled, "Did you not see that X was to do?" - no, Mum, I didn't, I was far too busy reading a book/watching TV/on the internet/indulging the fantasies in my head. I heartily dislike most household tasks too. Dusting? You have to move so many things in order to do it properly, and then you have to put them back again. Cleaning the bathroom? When you rinse out the brush, the cleaner gets washed away before it's done its job. My particular bugbear is hoovering, UGH, I cannot STAND hoovering!!!!
There is one chore, however, that I do enjoy: ironing. Maybe it's the precision of getting the seams lined up and the fabric laid out taut, which appeals to the perfectionist in me. Maybe it's the instantaneous satisfaction of seeing the creases disappear under a cloud of steam. Maybe it's the comforting heat, the soft sound of the steam or the soothing rhythm of pushing the iron back and forth. Maybe it's the knowledge that this is the very last task to be done with these clothes, the end of the laundry sequence. Maybe it's the fact that I can sit down to do it! Whatever the reason, I could spend whole evenings happily ironing away.
And my particular favourite garment of all to iron? Shirts. Yes, shirts. I flatter myself that I'm something of an expert at them and I always save them for the end of any ironing session. To iron a shirt you have to treat it as five different bits: collar, arms, front right panel, front left panel, and back panel. A lot of people find this frustrating but I enjoy the routine of it, and the satisfaction of working around those awkward seams and folds to produce a flawlessly pressed shirt. If anything, I am over-fussy about shirts and will spend a lot of time making sure that I'm happy with the final result.
And lastly, doing the ironing gets me out of doing the hated hoovering. My mum hates ironing but loves hoovering, so she's more than happy to swap chores. The work gets done, neither of us has to do a chore we hate: everybody wins! :DDD