I am still not sure if it is a good thing.
Not owning an ironing board, means that you physically can't iron anything, which in turn reduces the amount of housework you have to do. I think my approach to ironing can be likened to Quentin Crisp's philosophy on cleaning; "after the first four years the dirt doesn't get any worse"
Pic.No.1. Me and my new ironing board
Once, when my friend Clare was staying with me, she asked to borrow my ironing board.
"I haven't got one," I replied, only to be met with her aghast expression.
"But what do you do?" she asked disbelievingly.
"I have strategies," I replied, tapping the side of my head knowingly. "Firstly, I only buy clothes that don't look like they need ironing. And secondly, once I have washed my clothes, I hang them up immediately so that the creases fall out. It's cunning, see."
"So you are telling me that the deciding factor in the clothes you buy, is whether they will need ironing or not?" Clare queried, shaking her head.
"Yep, you got it. You'll never see me in cotton," I answered proudly, adding, "and linen is my nemesis."
'So,' I hear you cry, 'why have you suddenly decided to go out and buy an ironing board?'
Bloody good question. And the answer is, that it is all Izzy's fault, even though she's only four. Her school insists that the children wear school uniforms, and during the summer, the girls are asked to wear blue and white checked, cotton dresses. COTTON I say! The demon material that contradicts all I hold dear when it comes to the realm of ironing.
I decided to give my new ironing board a go before dismissing it outright, and suffice to say that after four small dresses, I had had enough. Not even the garish, spotty pattern on the ironing board cover could keep me motivated.
'This is not why I was put on this planet,' I thought to myself.
So what's a girl to do? Anyone fancy commiserating with a dinner out at Pizza Express in Oxford?
Pic.No.2. Izzy and me at Pizza Express. She's the one responsible for the ironing board. Don't be fooled by her little innocent face.
So is it me, or is there another way (other than ironing) to get the creases out of those bloomin' school dresses?