The Lost Art of Ironing

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The lost art of ironing—I say this tongue-in-cheek because I’m glad those days are gone. But does anyone else remember growing up and helping their mom create wonderful, crisp little piles of folded sleeves and collars, and warm linens that draped so beautifully you could hang them in a store window?

And remember how good they smelled, coming in off the clothes line?

l1I was the only girl in the house, and as soon as I was tall enough to stand behind an ironing board, it was my job to press the tea towels and bed sheets. This usually took place once a week in the evening, in front of our black-and-white TV, watching Carol Burnett.

Tea towels were my favorite because I could easily manage their size. I’d fold one in thirds along the length, press the two seams, then fold it horizontally in thirds again, and press it. Those were the days before automatic steam irons, so I hand-sprinkled water onto the cloth, then lowered the iron to sear them, fully enjoying the sizzling and popping sounds I received as my reward. My mom’s tea towels came in all colors. I admired and appreciated each one, and noticed instantly if she ever bought a new pattern.

I guess it was a girl thing. 

We never had a lot growing up, in fact I think we only had one set of sheets for each bed, but they were always freshly laundered and pressed. Today, my mom would cringe at the state of my own linens, if I allowed her to look. But then, she never worked full time as a writer like I do, so it’s NOT MY FAULT. 

Recently on a visit to a pioneer museum, I stopped in the kitchen and marveled at the irons they had on display, resting on the stove where they were heating. There was more than one type? You could have several irons of various sizes and shapes? How decadent! 



I wanted each one!

I’m not sure what I would do with them. Maybe, since I’m a writer, I’d just sit and gaze at the clunky irons and wonder about the mother-daughter stories behind them.

a3See the one with the ridges? It’s called a rocking style fluting iron and was used to ruffle, crimp, or press little pleats into starched fabric. It also gave the fabric a special sheen. Fluting irons were often used for collars and cuffs to give added distinction—and were in their heyday in the mid to late 1800s. Blacksmiths often forged cast iron stands, called trivets, for the fancier irons.

There were dozens and dozens of different types of irons. Slender ones for hard-to-reach places like sleeves, irons used just for hats, delicate laces, or for pressing flowers, or for billiard tables. And—I would have loved this—small irons made for children. I’ll never take my single iron for granted again!

Times have changed and I’m glad we no longer have to iron everything we wear. I’m in love with poly-cotton blends. My husband, God bless him, irons his own shirts and laundry. Yet, there’s still this little niggling of guilt that I don’t do it for him. It’s NOT MY JOB, I tell myself, and wonder where the guilt comes from. Probably because growing up in a house full of boys, I was the only girl and the only one assigned to ironing chores.

They turned out to be wonderful memories….

Have you seen the recent remake of the movie Hairspray, and John Travolta’s character as the mom who is the professional laundress? I would have loved that job!

Do you have happy ironing memories? Do you still love a good crease? <g> Did you ever make your own starch? My mom had a store-bought spray starch she used once in a while, but I was never allowed near it. What chores were you responsible for as a kid, and which ones did you enjoy the most?


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70 thoughts on “The Lost Art of Ironing”

  1. Kate I hate to say but I still iron all my work cloths everyday. I have to do it on a daily basis because my closets are really small so they would get messed up.
    I haven’t seen hairspray yet can’t wait to see it.

  2. Love this, Kate. I used to iron pillow cases and handkerchiefs when I was young. We didn’t do sheets. My mom worked full time. I still have an iron but have learned the trick of taking stuff out of the dryer when it’s not quite dry, then hanging it up and smoothing it dry. I swish wrinkly linens in the shower and hang them to drip. I rarely iron anything. Life is too short.

  3. Hi Elizabeth–Oh, yeah, pillowcases. 🙂 They were fun and easy. I can’t imagine ironing bed sheets these days, mostly because no one has that kind of time. Plus now with elastisized edges, it would be hard to iron that bottom one. That’s a good trick with the dryer, I do that too. And there never seems to be enough room in the bathroom to hang all the drip-dry things!

  4. Kate,

    Loved your blog today! As always, I learned a tidbit here in Wildflower Junction – that crimping iron! 🙂

    Put me on the “I iron” list. Every week. Laundry is my thing–can’t stand wrinkles, and since my hubby has to look nice in the office, I iron his shirts. He’s never picked up an iron in his life, and I don’t mind. I figure if he looks good, I look good. LOL.

    I vividly remember my mother ironing. She kept a huge plastic bag full of the clothes waiting to be ironed and sprinkled them with water so they’d be damp. How she kept them from mildewing, I’ll never know! She used a pop bottle with a silver sprinkling thing on the top. Gosh, she did that for YEARS!

    We never ironed sheets, but we did my dad’s handkerchiefs and the family’s pillowcases and tea towels–the list goes on and on!

    Congrats on another book release, Kate and Charlene!

  5. Hi Pam! Yeah, that crimping iron is really cool, isn’t it? I would have loved using it. But I’m glad we don’t have so many choices of irons these days–I’d never know what to use. I suppose in the back of dry cleaning stores, they have a variety of different irons (maybe those huge ones). Your mom sounds like she had her own special technique going. Funny how we all develop our own habits that no one should mess with! Thanks for popping in!

  6. Hi Kate,
    I remember my mom ironing sheets too. When we were little she ironed a lot. She taught me to iron but I was not very good at it so my chores were washing dishes and vacuuming. My mother was very particular about her laundry and hangs it all out to this day, except for towels which are allowed to be put in the dryer. My favorite were our jeans that she hung out in the winter and when you pulled them in off the line they could stand since they were frozen solid.

  7. HI Kate,

    Up until I was in seventh grade, my paternal grandparents lived with us. Both my mom and my grandmother worked on the ironing. My mom was a nurse and she would iron her white uniforms and starch her hat every Sunday. But while the iron was warming up, I was given the handkerchiefs to iron and as I grew so did my ironing chores. From the handkerchiefs to pillow cases to everyday shirts. Until I did it all but my mom’s nurses uniforms. I was also the only daughter.

    In the winter I didn’t mind the ironing, but in the summer it was hot.

    Fun post!

  8. I never iron. I remember watching 1900 house on PBS and remember how hard they had to work just to get the washing and ironing done.

  9. I must be younger than a lot of you ladies. I can’t relate to a lot of your memories… I honestly can’t remember my mother ever making me iron anything. She was probably afraid I’d burn myself, scorch a shirt, or set the house on fire. =)
    I left home to join the military and I did a lot of ironing of my own uniforms. To get that heavy starch I’d go through a 1/3 can of spray starch just to get my sleeves to lay like they were supposed to. It was just easier to take them to a cleaner and have them professionally pressed.
    Now I iron rarely… I’d rather just wear it wrinkled… my “to-be-ironed” pile just lays there and I finally do it about once a month. I’m too busy or lazy…I’m not sure which.

    Ironing sheets? No way…nobody is even going to see them?

    Enjoyed the post today!

  10. I remember ironing my dad’s handkerchiefs and wondering what in the world the point was?! After all he used it to blow his nose LOL!

    I did iron my husband’s police uniforms until it got to be too much trouble with the kids and my job, then we took them to the cleaners.

    Before he was a cop, he was in sales and I ironed his pants & shirts. I LOVED ironing his shirts….smoothing down the collar, creasing the sleeves and the pants had to be just right…very romantic when you think of how they look in those freshly ironed clothes 🙂

    Now that he’s disabled, there’s no need to iron his clothes and I refuse to buy anything that needs to be ironed – just no time anymore.

    Great post.

  11. I still iron shirts and jeans. I sometimes think I am a dinasour when I hear how many people don’t iron. My mother let me iron pillow cases to start with. She also used a starch that had to be sprayed down with water in order to iron the garment. When my husband was in the military many moons ago I used to have to iron his uniforms. I remember the chore I hated the most growing up was washing the kitchen floor. That was when you had to get down on your hands and knees – no squeeze mops in those days. I loved the pictues of the irons in your post. At least we had electric irons. Not steam just electric!

  12. Hi Kate, yes I still iron some things but not a lot. Also I piece quilts and this requires a lot of ironing because some seams have to be pressed open. I also still use that darling spray starch when I am pieceing a lone star quilt, so I keep spray starch all the time in the house. When my son was small I ironed all of his clothes for school. I wanted him to look good. I still press off my dress clothes. I don’t do the jeans anymore.

  13. I think there still should be a couple of old irons -the kind you saw at the museum- somewhere at my home. Considering my brothers haven’t taken them to the dump, of course.

  14. I’m the laundry queen in our house. If I had to use the irons from your post I think I would be teaching them to do their own. LOL

  15. I will now tell you a painful, scarring, life altering ironing story.
    Pause while I wipe away the tears so I can see the computer monitor.

    We were very poor growing up. Just dirt poor. And we got a lot of clothes given to us, hand-me-downs from neighbors.

    We loved getting those boxes and hunting through to see what would work. There were eight kids so it was tough to find something in my size, for a girl, that my other sisters didn’t get first.

    Once a box contained this amazing, beautiful pink dress. It had a gauzy pink skirt over the silky material, tulle maybe. Oh it was so perfect and JUST my size. It must have been a flower girl dress, I suppose. It was MINE.

    So, the very next Sunday…I suppose I was six or seven…I got up early, seriously excited about my new dress. And determined that it would be perfect. I turned on the iron and set the iron down on the skirt of that dress and it MELTED. Just POW, gone! Huge hole in the tulle layer, front and center.

    I was devastated. Just beyond heartbroken.
    My mom wasn’t too happy about it neither.

    I also, if I remember correctly, ruined the iron.

    I still remember that awful feeling of having done something so wrong, and WHY did I do it? What was I thinking. Was it even wrinkly or did I just want it perfect? I was trying to be ambitious and helpful and extra pretty.

    I ruined it.

    I’ve loathed ironing ever since. And now, if I buy something that comes out of the wash wrinkly I just BURN IT.

    Though I’m sure that has more to do with laziness than my scarred heart from the ugly ironing accident of my childhood.

    You know, this could be a book. A woman whose heart was scarred by an ironing accident falls in love with a……….dry cleaner????

    Steam Iron Love
    Flat Iron My Heart
    Wrinkled Romeo
    Pressed for Passion

  16. Hi Kate, I never used a fluting iron, but I used the “sad” irons on a wood stove when I was a teen. We moved to a place with no electricity and in the tool shed we found a set of these irons. That was hard work. They aren’t light weight. We also used a pop bottle with a silvery sprinkler thingy on the top. The tiny irons were my fav. They were for the lace and I used them and the little larger ones because the biggest ones were too heavy.

  17. Kate,I still iron,I get made fun of alot for doing so,my kids used to try to get out the door wearing wrinkled clothes to school,no way!I would take it right off their bodies an iron it an then take them to school,I have some of the old irons that I have sitting on my grandmothers old wooden ironing board in my laundry room,im not as bad as I used to be,I do iron my tablecloths before they go on the table,but the kids are grown now so they are the fault if they go wrinkled,but when they were home,they didnt go wrinkled!lol

  18. I’m loving all your stories!

    Maureen–I remember getting those frozen jeans off the line, too. And hanging everything out on the clothes line. We lived on a farm and once in a while, a neighbor (man of course) used his manure spreader without looking to see if his neighbor’s laundry was out, and my mom would be so fuming mad she’d have to rewash everything…LOL

  19. Hi Stephanie! You’re lucky you got out of that chore for so long. That spray starch in a can sounds kind of interesting. I’ve never used it. At the pioneer museum, they told us how the women used to boil potatoes and make their own. Sounds like a long boring process!

  20. Pam T–I’m with you on ironing handkerchiefs. Kind of gross, and why bother? But we all used to do it I guess. Your memories of ironing your husband’s uniforms do sound very romantic.:-)

  21. Judy–Hi! I remember the kitchen floor but never had to do that. My mom did, and you’re right–no mop but 2 rags. I use a mop for my floor now but it never comes out as clean as a rag, I’m sure. But I don’t feel like working that hard!

  22. Hi Quilt Lady–I can just picture you quilting with the iron set up beside you for hours! I used to sew quite a bit (clothing) but no time for it anymore. Your son was lucky to have you looking after him.

  23. Minna–I bet those irons are heavy! I wonder how long they would keep their heat back in the old days, before having to be put back onto the stove. Thanks for dropping by today, you come a long way!

  24. Mary C, you made me laugh and cry at the same time. Ohhhh…how traumatic for you. I can imagine how heartbreaking that was. You were trying your best to be helpful and look your best… Funny how those memories stay with us. And your book titles kill me! Here’s another…A Steamy Rendezvous… 🙂

  25. Hi Mary J! That’s interesting. You sound like you know your way around an iron. 🙂 That pop bottle thingy with the silver top sounds like the one Pam C was talking about. I wonder if the little one you used for lace was a children’s iron or one specifically for lace. Thanks for mentioning your background with these!

  26. Vickie, I know where you’re coming from! Nothing looks as good as a neatly pressed outfit! I’m sure your kids value your hard work back then. I didn’t when I was a kid, but now that I have to run my own household I wonder how my mom and others did it.

  27. Ironing was never my idea of a fun time! We were a
    large family, as the eldest daughter it was my job
    to do all the ironing. Granted it was gratifying to
    produce nicely ironed clothing for everyone to wear.
    And in the olden days when my own family was young, I did iron clothes. Today, it’s wash and wear, no-wrinkle fabrics or the cleaners!

    Pat Cochran

  28. I remember my grandmother always ironing… Now I only see my mom iron something once in a while. I have to admit that I bother once in a blue moon. It is interesting, my mother kept her very first iron and has it still today.

  29. Mary C, I’ll buy your book! LOL

    I too ironed handkerchiefs and pillowcases – that was my job. If my mom ironed sheets, I don’t remember it. She used a 7-Up bottle with a sprinkler cork. I STILL wish I had one of those!! Wonder if I could google one.

    I most often send my husband’s shirts out, but I do iron other things that require pressing. I don’t mind ironing at all, I just don’t have the time to do as much as I’d like. I like the smell and the serenity of the task.

  30. Hi Kate, what a wonderful post. I have a few antique irons I’ve collected, and I just love the stories they can tell.

    And yes, I remember “learning” to iron. First was my dad’s big white handkerchiefs. Mom used to “sprinkle” clothes on laundry day with a soda pop bottle with a sprinkler top, roll them up in a plastic zipper thing and iron another day.

    I remember her joy when permanent press sheets came out! I don’t remember starch, though.

    These days, I mostly plug in the iron when I sew or do a craft, which actually isn’t that often anymore. The ironing board is one that hangs off a door that I can stash away right after. (Dang, do I even know where it is LOL?)

    I enjoyed this post. Thanks!!

  31. Hi Kate–I didn’t know about the crimping iron. We still iron …see I said WE. My dear hubby irons his own clothes. I don’t think he likes the way I do them, which is fine with me. In fact, we JUST bought a new iron. I think our old one was 20 years old. We certainly got our money’s worth out of it.

    In the old days, I used to iron my hair. I had curly, curls and there wasn’t any such thing as a blow dryer. So, I’d wrap my hair around huge rollers until it dried, then put my head down on the ironing board and iron my hair to make it straight. Whenever I really think of ironing … that’s the first memory that comes to mind!

    Mary C – oh, the ironing pain of ruining that pretty dress. I’ve done that too in the early days. I think the irons didn’t have cotton, perm press, linen, settings. And the hard water we put in didn’t work well. The new iron I just got is digital … if you can believe that!

  32. Oh and I forgot to mention that whenever I’m really lazy, I put the clothes into the dryer with a wet towel and use the DeWrinkle feature. Twenty minutes later, my clothes are ready … no iron needed!

  33. Hi Pat–I love wash and wear, too. Sounds like you worked hard doing all the ironing! That’s probably why you steer clear of it today. 🙂

    Hi Colleen–I guess we iron less and less as the generations get younger. Understandable! Your mom still has her very first iron? Wow, that’s amazing.

    Cheryl–yeah, I can appreciate the serenity of the task, too. LOL on wanting one of those 7-up bottles. I sooo agree about the movie Hairspray!

    Mary, your response to Cheryl is hilarious!

  34. Hi Tanya! Your mom used the same system as Pam Crooks’–what a coincidence! And you sound like you collect quite a bit. You collect pestle and mortars, too, if I recall correctly. Interesting!

    Charlene–so that’s how it worked? Ironing your hair? I always wondered whether people just laid the iron right on the hair. Thanks for that vivid explanation! Hey, and I didn’t know that trick with the wet towel–I’m gonna use that one!

  35. Oh what memories! My mother took in ironing to make extra money and there were always piles of clothes to be done. If I remember right she charged $1.00 a dozen. I was about six or seven years old so I didn’t have to do much but I was fascinated by the iron and how pretty and crisp it made the clothes. Yes, I remember my mother making her own starch. That was fascinating to me.

    I hate ironing today and would rather take a beating than iron something. I’m so grateful for the permapress fabrics we have. I only have a couple of blouses that need touch-ups after I wash them but I don’t wear them often because I don’t want to have to drag out the iron.

    And hanging clothes on the line…that was my job from the time I could reach it until I married and left home. My mom didn’t have a clothes dryer. And I remember hanging clothes on the line and having our next door neighbor throw rocks at us. He was a drunk deluxe and never sober. I guess he thought that was fun.

    I LOVED your story in Western Weddings!! And I liked the fact that it continued your Klondike series. A captivating story that hooked me and kept me turning the pages. Couldn’t wait to find out how Millie and Weston resolved their conflict over being forced to marry.

  36. I rarely iron anymore but still have my board set up in the basement – covered with empty boxes and books! I think my mother mixed her own starch back in the 40s and remember something about bluing -or was that what the great aunties and grandma put in their hair……….? I loved using the mangle at grandmas to do the sheets and handerchiefs and tea towels.

  37. Hi Linda–Oh, what a price at $1 for a dozen! LOL about your rather taking a beating to doing ironing. And ain’t that the truth about wearing blouses less if they need more fuss with touch-ups. The more we pay for something, the less we wear it, which doesn’t make sense when you think about it. And you are such a sweetheart about my novella in Western Weddings. Thank you! It was my first Shotgun bride story and I had no idea where I was going with it till I wrote it, but I did have fun with those characters, especially her parents.

    Karen B- I can totally understand the need to put boxes on top of an ironing board. What better place? LOL And you’re quite right about the bluing agents. Made everything whiter and brighter. The lady in the pioneer museum mentioned they used them back then, too…

  38. Charlene–I meant to say–wow, a digital iron! I’ve never seen one of those. Does it iron all by itself? LOL That would be something! And hurray for letting your hubby do his own ironing. I’m with you!

  39. Hi Kate, I forgot to mention how much I liked Shotgun Vows as well. The conflict with her parents was great…and what an incredible memory to recall those mortars and pestles. I don’t have a ton, just a few, but they all mean something. I don’t just collect mindlessly. It has to have a meaning, y’know? My great uncle was a pharmacist who actually used one of them LOL

    Well, I absolutely must get ready for a doctor’s appointment (yuck) but this is way more fun.

  40. Hi again, Tanya! Thank you for your thoughts on Shotgun Vows! I’m thrilled you enjoyed it. LOL on your not collecting ‘mindlessly.’ I didn’t know your great uncle was a pharmacist!

    Good luck on the doctor’s appointment! Thanks for dropping by when you’re so busy. 🙂

  41. Oh great topic. I recently gave up most ironing just last year (after 40 years and not counting my childhood). The worst was ironing my husband’s uniforms (100% cotten) when he was in the service and certain pleats had to be ironed a certain way (I did it backwards once and he got in trouble). My husband never picked up an iron in his life. I remember once finally refusing to iron a pair of cotton golf pants – I had enough to do his works shirts and mine that I wasn’t doing it so he could look nice on the golf course lol. I had two girls so lots of ironing there too. Both daughters are now out of the house and my husband works in a more relaxed setting and I’m not out in the work force so it’s not as important, plus they do make clothes differently now. I do take them right out of the dryer individually and hang them right away which keeps them pretty nice. My final defiance was getting a new table cloth after all these years – what a pain to iron those lol.

  42. I was one of those kids who had to learn to iron when I was growing up in the 50’s. As much as I hated to clean my room when I was that age, I would rather do that than iron. Still hate it. I bless the day when permanent press hit the market. I also love the nice little product by Downy called ‘Wrinkle Releaser’…just spray it on the garment that is a little wrinkled and watch the wrinkles fall away!

  43. My grandmother loved to iron and was very hard on my mother to do it right. She let up a little when my sister and I came along but still thought we need to learn. It was when I was little but no so much now.

    My mother however still irons everything.

  44. I had four shirts I would have to iron for work. The first time I ironed one it took me half an hour to get it halfway decent. Over time I had it down to 10 minutes. Since I no longer work I no longer iron those shirts. And yes, I wear them slightly wrinkled. LOL

  45. Every summer when I went to my aunt and uncles for holidays my uncle would say how good it was that I came b/c the ironing was piling up and there even was some in the deep freeze. My aunt entertained a lot so there were mega table cloths that had to be ironed plus lots of clothing. I remember standing there and i r o n i n g and ironing, yes.
    At home I helped weed the garden, every Saturday washed the cream separator, dusted, washed clothes, baked some with Mom and on and on.

  46. Hi Jeanne–100% cotton is the worst, isn’t it? LOL. 100% linen is bad, too, for ironing. Just can’t get all those wrinkles out! Glad you got a new table cloth that doesn’t need as much ironing!

    Karen H–I never heard of that product. I will definitely look for it. It’s amazing all the little tips you guys are giving me today! 🙂 Thanks for dropping in!

  47. Hi Sherry! Yeah, I agree–things are fun when we’re little but not so much when we have to do it all the time as adults. I think my mom is like yours–still likes to iron.

    Bluecat–way to go on getting that timing down! And you’re right–wrinkles don’t matter if no one can see them. 🙂

  48. Hi RobynL! You sound like a girl who worked hard! I can relate, after growing up on a farm. I heard Oprah mention once someone in her family used to put clothes in the fridge (or maybe she said freezer) and then iron them. And that’s where your aunt and uncle stored them. Wow, so it really works!

  49. Being the oldest of 6 children in the late 40’s, the ironing was my responsibility from about age 8. I still iron some linens an cotten clothing.
    I was also the one who cut the kindling for starting the fire in the woodstove.

  50. Interesting post! Thanks. Ironing definitely is not one of my favorite chores! I try to avoid buying clothes that need to be ironed cause they wouldn’t get worn much! We still hang the sheets out sometimes cause they do smell soooo good that way.
    Those old stoves sure look neat!

  51. Hi Kate! I’m afraid I still iron some of my clothes. Not sheets, though. I do like to hang the sheets outside on the clothesline to dry in the summer. They smell so fresh! Thanks for the fun blog! Those old irons sure do look interesting!

  52. Great post, Kate. I can so relate to the stories here starting with Pam’s mom and her big bag of damp clothes, except Pam said she didn’t know how the clothes didn’t mildew but I can tell you – just leave them in there for 2 wks instead of one! That’s what mom did one time and oo-ee did that reek when she opened the bag! We wore speckled clothes for months.

    Thankfully Mom didn’t believe in ironing the sheets but me and my sister’s job was the pillowcases, tea towels and Dad’s hankies.

    And yes, up here in Canada, I couldn’t understand how mom expected the clothes to dry outside in the winter when all they did was freeze and stand on their own when she brought them inside. She always froze her hands. No gloves and wet laundry, her hands would be cracked and bleeding. It’d take days to heal and then she’d do it all over again. Even after we got our electric dryer because she said it was cheaper and the clothes smelled nicer.

    Jeanne’s uniforms reminded me of why I don’t iron anymore. After 20 yrs of both mine and my husband’s uniforms, we’ve had it. Every so many years we even switched off so that hubby did the ironing (which he was better at) and I did the spit shined our boots (which he was also better at).

    Good memories, Kate. Thanks.

  53. 62 responses? How do you do that? Anyway, when I was a little girl, we traveled from West Texas back to my grandmother’s house in North Texas and spent the weekend.They had electricity, but no running water, so no indoor toliet, etc. Granny ironed with a cast-iron “iron” like the one in your photograph–from the museum. She placed it on the kerosene stove to heat, and when it was hot, she moved it to the ironing board placed across the tops of two kitchen chairs. It sat in an iron plate the size and shape of the iron. I stood on the opposite side from where she did, and when she placed it on the ironing board, standing up while she fixed her piece to iron, I spit on it. To hear it sizzle. She scolded me every time. I ued this in a WIP I haven’t sold, but I haven’t given up. Celia

  54. Celia, what a fun memory of spitting on the iron. It seems so vivid, and would be a wonderful detail to add into a WIP. Good luck on it, and thanks for adding to our memories tonight! As far as responses, LOL, who knew we’d all have so much to share on ironing?

  55. Hi Kate! Yes, I remember ironing when I was younger. I was the only girl in the family so I had to do it! Thanks for bringing back memories!

  56. I found your topic “Petticoats & Pistols » The Lost Art of Ironing” when i was searching for plastic tablecloths and it is really intresting for me. If its OK for you i would like to translate your topic and post it on my german blog about plastic tablecloths. I link back to your topic of course!

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