This appliance rarely sees the light of day. Notice the dust, please.
For you see, I've learned that if you grab the laundry as soon as the dryer buzzes, you don't need to iron. I know that my mother is shuddering in heaven. The woman ironed my dad's underwear!
So, why did I find myself facing this just 2 days before Christmas?
Bear in mind that these represent only the top layer of an overflowing laundry basket. And, I had brought it on myself. I'd decided to empty out the dresser that held all my linens. With 4 adults in the house, you would think that each napkin and placemat would find its way home after use.
Nope. A hodge podge resided in that dresser. I knew that I had complete sets of things, but you would never agree with me if you could peek in those drawers.
So, with presents yet to buy and wrap, I emptied the contents, washed several loads, and ended up with what you see.
I had to ask Phil where the ironing board was.
Out it came along with the sizing. I sprayed and ironed, and I lost myself in the calm of it all. I didn't need to think about what I should do.
I thought about mom, and I remembered her sprinkling the laundry with water from a glass coke bottle that had been outfitted with a cork sprinkler. The rolled clothes resided in the refridgerator until their turn came.
I delighted in the crisp folds and the gorgeous patterns.
I wondered why I didn't use them more often.
I doubt this will happen again anytime soon. But for that moment in time, amdist all the hustle and bustle of the holiday, it provided what I needed at that moment in time.
Somthing I could do without thinking.
Something that allowed me to think.
Something that evoked memories of mom.
One tiny part of my world was in order.