Well, I didn't iron. For all of our married life, the husband has been a plumber. His job requires that he wear jeans with glue stuck all over them, t-shirts with no sleeves, flannel (when necessary), and steel-toed boots. And a belt...because, you know. With his recent big news came a new work wardrobe. He is still in the same field, just in a different capacity. This is true for me also, as I am now in charge of ironing his collared shirts and nice pants. I don't know how to iron. At all. But, Cheryl Mendelson does, and I am reading up on the "Ironing" section of her book today. Ms. Mendelson is just as domestic as Martha Stewart, but less smug. (Sorry, Martha.) I have enjoyed her book immensely, as I love books that treat homemaking with the importance and fascination it deserves.
Check it out!