I used to have an iron. I might still, who knows?

My uncle was allowed to mail home his laundry from college/grad school, but my mother was not. Also, she paid for her own grad school, while my uncle did not, because my grandparents reasoned that he would have a family to support some day. They promised to try to pay her back later, and lo, when my grandmother died there was an account with my mother's name on it... which my uncle pouted that he deserved 1/2 of (and got, for the sake of family peace).

I did at one point own both an iron and ironing board, but at some point I decided they weren't worth moving and left them behind at the old apartment.

You are my hero.

I try to lose mine but my mother always seems to make sure I at least own an iron and board. I suppose it's so she can iron when she's here? Lord knows I don't use them. Or know where they are.

Once bunch of us were gettting dressed for a wedding and I watched my Grandmother and her sister Mimi argue over who got to iron my Uncle Mark's shirt.

Mimi's argument was that she NEVER gets to iron Mark's shirts and Grandma could do it next time. My Grandmother argued that Mark hasn't lived at home in YEARS and goodness knows when she'd get to iron his shirt again.

Meanwhile, I was standing in the doorway holding a dress. In time, each of my sisters appeared holding their dresses.

Apparently we were poor substitutes -- the children could wait and iron their own dresses while they fought over a grown man's shirt.

I have an iron and an ironing board, but I can't remember the last time I ironed anything.

I also iron alot doing costumes, but I remember being really angry when I had to iron the Conductor's tux shirt. Like, doesn't it come from the drycleaners ironed? And I had to do it every day. Dude.

he brings his shirts over to her house each week so she can iron them. He is 27 years old!

Bwah! I can imagine my mom's reaction if I'd asked her to do that, well, ever really. Before I learned to iron I never had clothes that needed it. After I learned to iron Mom tended to discover things that she or Dad had that also needed ironing whenever I pulled out the board. She also encouraged me to bring home laundry whenever I'd come, because theirs needed doing too, and, you know, since I would be doing laundry anyway . . .

During the years when I had no washer or dryer, I practically had to fight my mom off of the clothes I brought over to wash (and in fact she would often shoo me homeward if it got too late and then I'd find everything folded when I came back to finish the drying after work the next day). I think the woman was pathologically incapable of letting housework go undone for any length of time up until she hit retirement age.

I like to iron if I have time and something to watch on TV. It's sort of mindless and then there are all these nicely pressed clothes, which feels productive.

I still buy less linen than I used to, though.

I hate ironing so much I buy clothes based on whether or not they have to be ironed or dry cleaned. I don't like having to dry clean things, either. Gets spendy.