Oh, old iron, we've had some good times.
Remember that time when it occurred to me that I might have left you on when I was about halfway through my 50-minute commute? How we laughed together when I got home and realized it was just my slightly obsessive-compulsive nature that made me think that. I wouldn't leave you on. Not you. Never you. Well, now you're gone. Off to the landfill, I guess.
Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this, but you've been replaced. Yes I'm sorry, replaced.
Now I have this fancy-schmancy digital thing that beeps at seemingly arbitrary moments—on, off, ready, shutting down—it all sounds the same to me. It's not all bad, though. It does turn itself off... I guess... there's a glowing red light that stays on and unnerves me enough that I unplug it anyway. And the steaming function actually works...
Well, old iron. It's been nice knowing you. I will never forget that you helped me make many, many things, including a quilt long enough for my brother (a little excess height runs in my family) and my wedding dress and I know that you would have stopped me before I left the house with my skirt looking like this.
The fancy new iron certainly didn't.
PS. The iron would want me to tell you that the blouse was made from this pattern, with a few alterations. The new iron may have pressed the bow, but the old iron made all the rest of the shirt right.
2 comments:
I found your blog through Flickr. I have a Black and Decker iron that's fifteen years old. Only the sun is hotter! LOL!
I understand your allegiance to your old iron!
These were/are both B&D. This iron was the first iron that was mine and it was tough to throw it out. It sat around for a while looking forlorn and useless while the digital iron steamed away.
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