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 I do own a pair of dress pants, but they’re seriously outdated, and I’m not even sure they fit.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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I still iron especially in the summer because so many of my clothes are cotton.
Men at my church were cargo shorts and flip flops. I wonder if they’d meet their bosses or favorite stars dressed the same. I don’t think they would but they worship like that.
Beginning in the 1980s our society became all about me. I don’t want to iron so I don’t. I don’t want to dress appropriately so I don’t. I don’t want to treat people with respect so I don’t.
I could go on and on.
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I hear you….
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I hear you about ironing, Belinda. I don’t wear jeans–mostly linen pants and some of those I do give a quick pressing. I would love to get rid of my iron–my cats are scared of the ironing board, also–but for the couple of things I have to iron, the darn thing stays.
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We have an iron which has been in the family for at least 20 years. We may have not used it for the last 5 years. I guess our clothing has been pretty much wrinkle-free recently, for if I was planning on wearing something out that had serious issues, the iron would be called upon. It’s on the bench and ready to go, we just haven’t called its number lately!
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You’re lucky you don’t have much to iron! But I like that your iron is on the bench.
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lol
My husband still irons…everything.
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Wow. I remember my mom used to iron her jeans. Not anymore.
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LOLOL
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I have to admit, I only iron when absolutely necessary.
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It seems to be the trend these days!
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I actually like the feel of an ironed shirt and/or pants. I don’t know, it just feels good. I don’t go to the theater or fancy dinners as much as I used to, so I rarely have to iron anything anymore. Anyway, I think we’ve gotten a little too comfortable. I once went to a wedding where a guy was wearing shorts and a hoodie. I don’t think I’ll ever be that comfortable!
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That certainly doesn’t sound appropriate for a wedding! I’m with you, there’s something nice about the feel of an ironed shirt, although I don’t care to do the actual ironing. Except there’s a feeling of satisfaction in completing the ironing. Well, I’ll continue pressing what needs to be pressed.
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