Sometimes, when my ironing looks like this, I grin ear to ear. Doilies that needed freshening up, a vintage tablecloth that I love to use with my turquoise Fiesta dishes from Great Grama are on the docket. On the far end of the ironing board the brown and white gingham check is a 1950's house dress that I wear when driving my '57 Chevy.
My vintage tablecloths require sprinkling before even thinking about ironing them. A friend told me that her mother used to sprinkle the clothes then roll them up and put them in a bag in the refrigerator before ironing them. Knowing me, I'd put the clothes in the frig and forget them there!
When I was a little girl I had a pink ironing board, complete with a silver insulated cover and a little iron that plugged in and heated up! I remember my Mom letting me wash all the doll clothes and then hang them on the line with my little wicker basket and clothes pins. Next would come ironing. I thought it was fun then...
Now, let's see...would I rather iron or eat cookies?
Or go for a ride? Gotta change clothes, I choose ride! I finished the ironing, not to worry!