Iron

The man broke the iron. There was a floorboard-denting kind of a crashing thud from the studio followed by an “uh oh” which is enough to make me want to both see and not see what it was that just went kamikaze on the floor. I have to admit, I was relieved it was only the iron. 




I iron strictly for crafting purposes, and even then, only if I feel like being really good. I didn’t even iron The Man's shirt for our wedding, and if it weren’t for the stack of applique on my table, I wouldn’t be rushing out to buy a new one today.

So, farewell old iron. You were good to me, and I really didn’t appreciate you until now that you’re gone; and I have to get out of my ugg boots to go buy your successor.