Monday, July 30, 2012
A thrilling tale of ironing
I have a new iron and it thrills me.
I'm pretty sure that as a teenager it would never have occurred to me that I could utter that sentence. I remember my mother getting a supremely flash Laura Star iron and being thrilled to bits. I could appreciate that it was a good iron, but that it could summon up the emotion of thrill seemed a step too far.
My how times change. I don't yet own a fabled Laura Star but my new steam iron from Aldi is thrilling me all the same. It heats fast and hot. It has proper steam that gets rid of a crease or puts one in with no effort at all. The fancy LCD display lets me choose an array of settings, firing up the steam like nothing else. I powered through shirts, jeans and pillowcases in no time flat. I even read the instruction book.
It reminds me of the time my best friend and I decided that rather than meet in Portmans as we had for the last few years (after graduating from Sportsgirl) we would meet in the kitchenware section of David Jones. We were shocked and appalled at ourselves and yet were brave enough to admit, if one of us was late, kitchenware now held more browsing allure.
So yes, to my teenage self it may all seem a little sad, but to a time poor 30-something with a love of crisply ironed everything, this really is a thrilling purchase.