As I may have mentioned, we have a washer but no dryer. The clothes are draped over a wire rack and any other piece of furniture handy. As if that isn't enough of drawback, my husband's shirts dry wrinkly as prunes and have to be IRONED!!! Yeah, well there is an ironing board in the shared closet and an iron. So I begin to blithely iron Pat's two shirts (one I made him change out of this morning -apparently, it doesn't register in his "antiquities-of-the-Capitoline" filled mind that he looks like he just rolled out of bed!!)
I set up the drying rack (for my wet laundry) and the ironing board and plug in the iron. Fine! I begin to iron, but every time I try to iron something on the pointy end of the board, it collapses - grrrrr - it is not weighted properly.This is NOT something that makes the job any easier, especially when you are holding a HOT piece of metal in your dominant hand!!! :-p
Anyway, the shirts look great now.....but I never thought I would be ironing in Rome - I don't even iron at home except to make T-shirt transfers -lol!!!
Thanks for the morning sorriso!
ReplyDeleteBelieve me, I wasn't laughing at the time....but I am now!
ReplyDeleteThat's so funny! You are becoming an Old World wife! How very traditional. Who'da thought it?
ReplyDeleteOh yeah!! Hysterical!!! But if you'd have seen the shirt, you would understand......ER......maybe not - lol!!!!
Deletegiven the natural state of my wardrobe, without Jean's intervention... DEFINITELY not!
DeleteToo funny!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThat's what I figured, caro fratello!
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