People have stopped ironing. I don’t know what to make of this, except I know I cannot be one of those people. Some things, yes. I have shirts that I can live without ironing if I take them out of the dryer quickly enough and smooth them out. I have other a few gauze shirts that I not only can’t iron (per instructions), I can’t even throw them in the dryer. And there are the shirts that truly are wrinkle-free.
Then there’s the clothing that must be ironed. My dad bought me a linen shirt a couple of years back that absolutely requires ironing. I have a linen and rayon shirt that supposedly is wrinkle-free, but you’d never know it. I hate ironing and wish I could fully embrace this trend of completely leaving it alone, but I can’t.
It’s another sign of being part of an older generation. I’m trying to avoid saying anything about how sloppy clothes look when they should be pressed but are not, because I fear that would make sound like an old lady.
Instead, I think about some of the things I do that an older generation would find appalling. For example, I wear jeans everywhere. I do own a pair of dress pants, but they’re seriously outdated, and I’m not even sure they fit. So when I say I wear jeans everywhere, I mean everywhere. Including church.
My uncle Bob died a couple of weeks ago. My cousin assured me their church is pretty casual, but I wasn’t counting on it being casual enough where wearing jeans to a funeral would be acceptable. I wouldn’t even do that at my own church. So tomorrow I’m off to buy a new pair of pants and an appropriate shirt.
I’m making sure both are wrinkle-free. Time to join the new generation.
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