You just never know when you’ll be glad you took the time to iron a stack of dinner napkins
I like to iron napkins and handkerchiefs. Don’t do it very often
but I remember my mother had a bottle of water to sprinkle the wrinkled cloths to get a nice smooth finish. Nothing like a freshly ironed pillowcase either.
I agree 🙂
Change the colors and I’m back in the 50s watching Mom, Ruth. I, too, remember that sprinkle bottle but what I remember mos is the sound that her iron made when it hit the freshly sprinkled clothes. 🙂
Yes sometimes ironing is cathartic. Here’s to many dinner guests Ruth.
I, too, have occasion to use the iron. My younger friends smile and comment – an iron? They view it as something for the local museum. ;-))
My mom had the same bottle and I used to be the one to iron the handkerchiefs and napkins.
My Mom, her Mom and my Aunt were so obsessed with pressed linens that after washing they would dry until just damp then put them in the chest freezer until frosty crisp then run them through a contraption called a mangle. Just one of several semi-industrial domestic processes that took place in our basement. I still have a giant box of fine linens and napkins with no idea what to do with them.
What is ironing?
I so agree with you, Ruth. I really don’t mind ironing at all. I hate to be given a crumpled dinner napkin, but she who shall be nameless, boasts that she’s never touched an iron in her entire life. 🙂
That is an old-school picture. It feels very homey and comforting. I think I’d enjoy being a guest at your place. 🙂
Ruth, I have the same iron! As you say, always good to have that freshly ironed stack of napkins, thank you for the reminder!