D'ya think I'm dumb or somethin?
Last night I ironed...
The pile of ironing had been lurking malevolently and growing ever bigger for over a month... It was starting to remind me of a (to quote the lovely Mexicola) Chineee Laundry - with shirts hanging up everywhere... (So much in fact, that when I had finished it all, the back wall of the rumpus room looked surprisingly bare - the shirts had become part of the decor...)
Only Gene Kelly could get me though it, and he did so magnificently while singing AND dancing in the rain...
Which was quite apt, and it was STILL raining outside. I do love the rain, but am starting to begrudge the fact that my water tank is full and I haven't got another one yet, so all that extra rain is going to waste! Profligate wastage!
Unfortunately Gene and Debbie only got me through the pile of shirts... I needed something to help me through the interminable pile of skirts and tops (which wouldn't have needed ironing if my slave (ie Miss M - it's her chore) hadn't decided to shove them in the 'ironing' pile, thereby making them extremely crumpled)...
MrB suggested 'The Tuxedo', being the one-eyed fan of Jackie Chan that he is (meaning that he doesn't just endure Chan's English language movies, but actively encourages them). It did the job. Just. But I must say that all the cringing I did may have had an effect on the ironing. It was Schitt-Hawse. But with a few funny bits, and a gorgeous JLH.
Yet again I need to remind myself to IRON AS I GO, and not stock-pile it in the vain hope that it will disappear (either that, or convince my MiL to do it).
The moral of this story is: I NEVER LEARN.
Oh! And. Does anyone else find the bizarre 'modern' dream sequence in SITR interminably boring and fast-forward-able? Or is that just the philistine in me?
The pile of ironing had been lurking malevolently and growing ever bigger for over a month... It was starting to remind me of a (to quote the lovely Mexicola) Chineee Laundry - with shirts hanging up everywhere... (So much in fact, that when I had finished it all, the back wall of the rumpus room looked surprisingly bare - the shirts had become part of the decor...)
Only Gene Kelly could get me though it, and he did so magnificently while singing AND dancing in the rain...
Which was quite apt, and it was STILL raining outside. I do love the rain, but am starting to begrudge the fact that my water tank is full and I haven't got another one yet, so all that extra rain is going to waste! Profligate wastage!
Unfortunately Gene and Debbie only got me through the pile of shirts... I needed something to help me through the interminable pile of skirts and tops (which wouldn't have needed ironing if my slave (ie Miss M - it's her chore) hadn't decided to shove them in the 'ironing' pile, thereby making them extremely crumpled)...
MrB suggested 'The Tuxedo', being the one-eyed fan of Jackie Chan that he is (meaning that he doesn't just endure Chan's English language movies, but actively encourages them). It did the job. Just. But I must say that all the cringing I did may have had an effect on the ironing. It was Schitt-Hawse. But with a few funny bits, and a gorgeous JLH.
Yet again I need to remind myself to IRON AS I GO, and not stock-pile it in the vain hope that it will disappear (either that, or convince my MiL to do it).
The moral of this story is: I NEVER LEARN.
Oh! And. Does anyone else find the bizarre 'modern' dream sequence in SITR interminably boring and fast-forward-able? Or is that just the philistine in me?
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posted by actonb at 11:08 am
10 Comments:
dude - its all about the slavery. My Dad used to pay me 50c per shirt.
mind you everyone in the house did their own laundry and ironing. thereby meaning you were only responsible for your own. happy times!
Ugh..Ironing. My hatiest of all hatie things.
My solution?
Just don't iron and hang stuff up to dry after straightening out with hands really dodgy like.
Mind you, I have no skirts to worry about, just business shirts and pants :P
Ironing is so not cool.
mex - The Ironing was my job when I was young. I managed to swing it so I could iron and watch TV Hits on a Sat morning. Sweet.
Unfortunately the children are still too young to iron. And they do a CRAP job of the sorting as well.
mick - Everything is supposed to get hung up to reduce any strenuous ironing, but unfortunately things don't always turn out the way they're supposed to... This is what happens when you entrust the task to a 9 year old who'd rather be doing Anything Else.
rosanna - you are so right. which is why I leave it for so bloody long.
Actonb,
Although there is something to be said for "ironing as you go", I don't have the discipline for this.
My solution: grumble through enormous stockpile and feel sense of achievement of ironed clothing hanging messily all over the lounge room.
Also - I now buy as many non-ironable things as I can, and also linen is not your friend.
too young to iron??? pah!
how young is too young to iron???
i was hanging out my own washing when i was at least 7.
I don't iron
Every now and again I will iron a dress or something but it is a once every six month activity.
However Mr KR is a delightful ironer and does all his own shirts every day.
Maybe you should train up Mr AB?
GW - you are a domestic slattern after my own heart! I whinge through the stockpile and then make MrB feel very guilty that I just had to iron a million gazillion of his shirts...
Mex - we all know that you had to work downt mine from the age of 3! None of the girls' clothes get ironed (with the exception of Party Dresses) (much to the horror of my MiL - my response: you bloody iron them then!), so it's just my work stuff and MrB's shirts... I personally think 10 is a nice round number for ironing responsibilities.
KR - MrB does his own shirts... one at a bloody time.... at 6am... So the stockpile doesn't actually diminish unless I do ALL OF THEM AT ONCE. I know it's my problem, I just can't handle the mess sometimes...
Ironing? Pffft. Whatever.
I ignore that and move on to the REAL topic which is that finally — FINALLY! — somebody dared to tell it like it is and had the audacity to criticise the ghastly Gotta Dance sequence! I am right there with you but might never have said so myself. It is a curse on what is otherwise a delightful film. Oh, I have a long dress and a big fan: let's put it in a movie…
I do like Gene Kelly. He is one hell of a model of masculinity: fall in love with a pretty lass and then… tapdance. I've never been much of a tapdancer — perhaps that's where I've been going wrong all these years.
Hee Harpo - I find the urge to tapdance quite offputting in a man, quite frankly.
I get to wishing he'd do a nice foxtrot, or a jive even...
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