the therapeutic value of ironing
Perhaps it is the long suppressed Inner Nerd in me rearing its near-sighted head, but personally considering to be one of the most satisfying and calming activities is ironing. You take something dishevelled, crumpled, and in a state of sad, unpresentable disarray and turn it into something crisp and new and sleek and polished. And the simple act of doing so can make you feel the same way - throw the Keane CD on, crank open the steam spout, and in an hour you're feeling smoothed out. AND it doesn't put you back $90.
And should my mother be reading this she will be absolutely revelling in satisfaction as it is with her that I spent so many childhood hours fighting with regarding the wrinkly-ness of my clothes, and it was from her I learned the value and power of a well pressed outfit. I will never again leave the house with a visible crease that isn't meant to be there. Yes Mom, you may claim victory.
I have just written two paragraphs on ironing. I am reverting to Nerd-hood. Someone please stop me if I get out the calculus proofs just for fun (not that I ever DID, of course...why, what have you heard???)
But Zen and the art of ironing is but a mere secondary effect and not the reason, as I am preparing for Bonn and in the midst of compartmentalising the suitcase into footwear, businesswear, and partywear (oooh don't forget hair/shower care) am faced with the bittersweet truth that IPSF really is almost over. But, in reality, the best part of IPSF - the people, the fun, the trips - it will all still be there if I want it. I will see Tana and Scott and Lesley and Jelte, and Axel and Marko and Gina will be on board for next year. And in fact it truly is win-win, as the spirit will remain but the work will be passed to someone else. Brilliant.
What a weird night. My family is today celebrating a Civic Holiday in Canada by going to a favourite lakeside cabin resort (Sha Sha, ironically across the border in Minnesota) that grew famous for its mazes of outdoor gazebos with lake views, long island iced teas and burgers. And despite it being in the middle of nowhere surrounded by wilderness with nary a salad in sight, I wish I was with them.
I think I need to find something else to iron... : ' \
And should my mother be reading this she will be absolutely revelling in satisfaction as it is with her that I spent so many childhood hours fighting with regarding the wrinkly-ness of my clothes, and it was from her I learned the value and power of a well pressed outfit. I will never again leave the house with a visible crease that isn't meant to be there. Yes Mom, you may claim victory.
I have just written two paragraphs on ironing. I am reverting to Nerd-hood. Someone please stop me if I get out the calculus proofs just for fun (not that I ever DID, of course...why, what have you heard???)
But Zen and the art of ironing is but a mere secondary effect and not the reason, as I am preparing for Bonn and in the midst of compartmentalising the suitcase into footwear, businesswear, and partywear (oooh don't forget hair/shower care) am faced with the bittersweet truth that IPSF really is almost over. But, in reality, the best part of IPSF - the people, the fun, the trips - it will all still be there if I want it. I will see Tana and Scott and Lesley and Jelte, and Axel and Marko and Gina will be on board for next year. And in fact it truly is win-win, as the spirit will remain but the work will be passed to someone else. Brilliant.
What a weird night. My family is today celebrating a Civic Holiday in Canada by going to a favourite lakeside cabin resort (Sha Sha, ironically across the border in Minnesota) that grew famous for its mazes of outdoor gazebos with lake views, long island iced teas and burgers. And despite it being in the middle of nowhere surrounded by wilderness with nary a salad in sight, I wish I was with them.
I think I need to find something else to iron... : ' \
posted by Myrtini @ 8:09 am
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