Sad but true, my iron broke. I don’t mean, oh it stopped working, I mean it broke…while I was ironing. The temperature knob fell out and the metal started detaching from the plastic. (Insert tears of pain here)
Now, if you know me and my family, you will know that I do not iron on a regular basis. Mark goes “casual business” to work…which means khakis and a golf shirt. And you have to be crazy if you think I buy my kids clothes that need ironing on a regular basis. Oh, yes, on occasion there are Sunday outfits that have to be ironed because throwing them in the dryer for a quick few minutes didn’t work…not a big deal…but I just don’t iron. I thought I was alone on this until I was relating my latest iron saga and soon discovered I was not alone…oh yes, there are others.
I do, however, use my iron when sewing and I prewash the material and need to iron out the wrinkles, etc (the dryer doesn’t cut it with just flat fabric for some reason). So, back to yesterday afternoon, I was finishing up Ceili Rain’s nursing cover and some stuff for a Christmas party on Saturday (I know it’s before Thanksgiving, we’re all really busy during the Christmas season and it’s nice having time to do it before Christmas, so I guess we could call it a holiday party, except that it’s for our Sunday school class and that’s sacreligious or something)…anyway. I was trying to get some things ironed to send on to church last night and the temperature control thing just fell out. I thought I could keep going but I just couldn’t push it along and gave up.
When I told Mark, I could see the wheels turning as he plotted out how he could fix it…engineer that he is. But, I politely informed him that thing had to be over 10 years old and was a lower end model and had served us well the 20 times we’ve used it (in the past eight years). He agreed and I got a $13 iron at Wal-Mart last night. Iron Saga over…I hope.