Dramatic ironing
Every now and again I fancy myself as a domestic goddess. Usually this involves a hot pink pinny and an unnecessary number of coloured, sugary sprinkles. 
Other "attacks" of domesticity occur at the sewing machine and generally involve nearly swallowing pins which I stupidly decide to hold between my lips instead of in a pin-cushion and language every bit as colourful as the aforementioned sprinkles. And that's just for a hem. You should see the high melodrama that unfolds if I have to do the unthinkable and replace a zip.
I don't have a great love of housework but I like to think that I am fairly competent in the basics. I can cook, in fact I used to do this for a job (if you can count "frying things in lard" in order that the office workers of West London might more quickly shuffle their way towards the big tube station in the sky as cooking).
I have strange, inexplicable fits of cleaning frenzy. I quite like doing dishes with iPod accompaniment (though I do tend to get a bit splashy...but then that just means you've washed that bit of floor too, so that's not so bad, really). But my bête noire, my most detested household chore...is ironing.
Ironing, for reasons that up until now I've never really investigated in any depth, makes me extremely stressed. Maybe it's the imminent danger of first degree burns. Perhaps it's the cord which always seems to be in the way no matter which side it feeds from. Possibly it's the horrid scrapy metallic noise the ironing board makes when it's pulled up to hip height. It's probably a bit of all those things but surely the main issue I have is that I'm really bad at it.
I don't know why this is but I seem to have a gift for making garments more wrinkled during the ironing process (note to self - investigate origami as a hobby, I might have untapped innate skills in this area). Theoretically heat + pressure + flat surface = smoothly ironed garment. But as anyone who's ever lived in the real world can tell you, theory and practice are often about as closely related as peat moss and Kate Moss, that is, there's a passing similarity but they are vastly different under the skin.
Because I am so bad at ironing I avoid it wherever possible. A former beau and I had an agreement that I would never ask him to mow the lawn (a job he hated) and in return he would never ask me to iron anything for him. Let's just say he managed to stay away from a lawn mower and I occasionally got to offer him rather "crunchy" shirts to wear.
This aversion to ironing even affects that most important of factors in a woman's life - her wardrobe. It's not just fit and price that influence my fashion choices. I have been known to turn my nose up at a garment if I think it's going to be "high maintenance" and take me to "my unhappy ironing place".
So what is your least favourite household chore? Have you ever managed to "strike a deal" that meant you didn't have to do it? Any tips on removing some of the drama from my ironing attempts?
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I am a firm believer in the ironing properties of the human body or hanging things up straight away so they don't get wrinkled.
Yup, ironing is my bete noir too. I own only one piece of clothing that requires ironing, and is easy to iron at that. I do not buy clothes I have to iron. I do have a piece of linen in the ol' fabric box, but I use it to make buckram, not clothes. But because I sew a lot, I can't always escape the evil necessity of ironing. Inevitably the creases never quite come out, and I say F#*$ it rather than correcting the problem. My top tip is steaming. Hang the item up in the bathroom while you have a nice hot shower, and you'll often be amazed how many of the creases actually come out all by themselves.
Ironing isn't one of my least favorite chores, but it takes a while, so I usually put on a movie or watch TV...although this can actually lead to prolonging the aforementioned task, as one gradually becomes increasingly absorbed with what is on the screen, rather than the board. 15 minutes later you hear the "beep beep beep..." of the neglected and lonely iron. I always "warm up" with the simplest and arguably funnest items such as pillowcases, leaving all the shirts and complicated items last. My most-tolerated to least-favorite chores in descending order would be: laundry, ironing, dishes, vacuuming, mopping, shower, toilet.
I avoid ironing like the plague!
I think I have used the iron once in the past 2 years?? And only to ever help my hubby iron a nice shirt when he has a meeting.
(btw - love that you're a regular blogger, Moata, unlike other stuff blogs you have to wait ages for xo)
Huh? I love ironing. Can watch telly while doing it and I take great pride in getting shirts 'just so' (could be my borderline OCD talking there, have been known to sneakily take shirts from closet and redo them after wife has had a bash at it). I've noticed some womens clothes seem to have unnecessary bits though, and can be a bit frustrating to press compared to blokes clobber (which are largely flat panels of material with a few buttons/the odd pleat thrown in). Maybe that is the difference...?
hate ironing but still get stuck with it :( but he is very good to do practically everything else.. Have a pile of clothes I must iron as running out of things to wear..
And i hate that cheap rubbish fabric that Glassons uses that when you iron goes all shiny!! However if you iron it at a lower heat all the creases stay put - makes me wanna scream!!!!!!!!
I hate ironing. Which is a shame, because I'm very good at it. My ironing board collects dust.
Most of all, though, I hate taking out the trash. It always seems every time it's my turn someone's put something liquid in there that'll drip on me as I flee to the outside. Or they fill it with bricks and I can't get the bag out.
Or the bag breaks and then you have to put another bag on top of the bin and flip the bin to put the trash in that bag and then that bag breaks and you cry a litle because now the floor is covered in trash and just what IS that liquid stuff anyways?
Sorry I can't help it: "This aversion to ironing even effects that most important of factors in a woman's life - her wardrobe." Shouldn't that be 'affects'. LOL.
My mum is the same - she won't buy anything that needs ironing.
I hate vacuuming. Not sure why. I even bought a good vacuum cleaner. I should vacuum often since the dog sheds SO MUCH fur, but I just hate it! I often sweep and mop instead, just because I hate vacuuming.
See I love ironing, it gives me a sense of control in a world gone mad. Stick on the tv to something entertaining but not heavy...I'm thinking Desperate Housewives or Greys Anatomy...then you turn a big pile of messy, creased laundry into crisp, smooth, ready-to-wear loveliness. Sigh...it truly makes me happy. Now cleaning the shower or God forbid - the Fridge just seems like an epic task & I can't stand it. Its just so much like - well, work! Vacuuming is another pet peeve because you spend the entire time bending slightly and dipping and it hurts my back.
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My least favourite household chore?
Having to ASK a woman to fetch me a beer. Honestly, she should know to fetch the next one as she sees me finishing the previous one *sigh*
I don't even drink beer. But, I do like to see a good woman serving a great man :-)