I'm so bad at ironing that I have a bedskirt that needs washing and therefore ironing and I'm thinking of asking the dry cleaner if he does bedskirts. I know it's just flat ironing, but the prospect fills me with loathing. I also tend to iron it more wrinkles than I iron out. It appalls my mother, who likes to point out that she ironed her brothers' uniforms during WWII.

Now I totally want to date Fay. Except I'm not in her age range. And married. And not gay. But if I was....

I would much rather have a perfect cake than a pressed anything.

Yes. Isn't that some sort of universal truth?

I'm trying to remember the last time I used the iron. I think it was when I was embossing bats on a velvet skirt.

Heh. Apparently I'm only an 84% match for myself. Which is unfortunate.

I'm trying to remember the last time I used the iron. I think it was when I was embossing bats on a velvet skirt.

Now that's a good reason to use an iron. I think the last time I used the iron was about 12 months ago. Mind you, our cleaning lady irons for us now, but she's actually worse at it than I am, and we're thinking about hiding the iron. I don't actually burn things, or melt plastic designs into interesting and less attractive plastic designs. She does, bless her. But we're both so grateful to have things cleaned and tidied up a bit that neither of us likes to mention it.

My friend who is having bariatric surgery tells me that afterwards she will never be able to eat cake again.

Not even a smidgen.

Not a crumb.

NEVER.

Ever.

Of course I would date Fay...if she wouldn't mind if I slipped up and typed "Kay" sometimes, due to dueling obsessions.

I know I've used my iron, because I remember thinking "man, that's a crappy iron." But I couldn't tell you how long ago that was.

Yes. Isn't that some sort of universal truth?

If it wasn't before, it is now.

I'm trying to remember the last time I used the iron. I think it was when I was embossing bats on a velvet skirt.

I think I imagined your wardrobe requiring a lot of ironing. Am more tempted than ever before for a change.

Actually, I just go rumpled. I don't go out any place of substance rumpled (that is like church, the library, dinner, a show, etc.). But if I'm bumming around with the kids, I am going to wrinkle my clothes, so I don't sweat it.

Heh. Apparently I'm only an 84% match for myself. Which is unfortunate.

I had to iron cotton uniforms when I was a kid. I hate ironing. Suck at it. I have mastered snatching things from the dryer in a timely fashion to prevent the need.

I think I imagined your wardrobe requiring a lot of ironing. Am more tempted than ever before for a change.

Ha! No, absolutely no ironing needed in the JilliWardrobe. Lots of flowy black lace and stretch velvet, plus some wool, silk, or non-stretch velvet that involves going to the dry cleaning place, but no ironing. A frock coat means never having to iron your blouses.