Just one more thing about IRONING....before I leave the subject alone.
I found this book years ago at Half-Price Books and it's full of great tips and household tricks.
And it's the perfect red that caught my eye in the bookstore's vintage book section.
Yes, I judge a book by its cover.
It's important to note that it's Copyright 1947.
This book was probably a God-send to the housewives of that time.
It even has a section about how to get Mercurochrome and Iodine out of fabrics.
If you don't know what those are then you are not in my age group.
Mercurochrome was bright orangish-red and was the "cure-all" for all scrapes and cuts....much like Neosporin is today. Only Neosporin is clear in color.
Iodine and Mercurochrome stained.
I still have an orangish stain on my knees from
all the scabs that lived there my entire childhood.
Back to ironing......
This is the book where I found the photo of
the extremely satisfied housewife doing her ironing.
She looks content and knows she is a good wife.
And she was having a Good Hair Day.
She's dressed for the day, has her apron ironed and is ready for the basket of dampened clothes to be pressed and folded. The roast and potatoes are already in the oven and the children are roaming the streets on their bikes. Except Little Tommy.....he's down by the lake......fishing. Alone. It was 1947.
She would finish her ironing,
polish the silver,
get those Mercurochrome stains out of Becky's Sunday School dress,
rinse out the baby's dirty cloth diapers, hang one more load of clothes on the line
and then call the children in for dinner.
She liked for them to be bathed and dressed in their nicest clothes
when her husband came home from a long day at the office.
She didn't mind the extra load of laundry this caused.
It was her pleasure.
Poor guy, he worked so hard.
(read this with a huge hint of sarcasm)
Thank goodness she could refer to this book
if she ever had a question about how to iron certain items.
Her husband was a complete bear to live with if his shorts (underwear) was wrinkled.
Are you kidding me?
All I'm saying is ......
I WAS A YOUNG WIFE IN THE 80'S!
We've come a LONG way.