A bit ago, I blogged about ironing my kitchen linens, and I know it freaked some of you out.
Yes, I have a touch of OCD.
We all know that - and there is medication for that.
|Got this adorable towel at Target - I kinda sorta collect dishtowels. Again - medication available. I however do not recommend these towels for drying dishes - they just smear the water around. Not very absorbent!|
There is a darned good reason that I iron my kitchen linens, and it's not cause I have more time on my now lovely manicured hands than I know what to do with.
I do it because ironed linens look better than ones that aren't.
I do it because it's an exercise in mindfulness.
I do it because if it weren't for my pillowcases and dishtowels, I wouldn't have any ironing.
I do it because it reminds me of my mom, and in some way, it keeps my mom's spirit alive.
Just the smell of ironing - and I'm 12 again - standing in front of the ironing board on cold Chicago morning, as she would iron my blouse for school.
She liked to iron them right before we put them on in the winter - how sweet is that?
|After - HUGE difference : -)|
So for those ten minutes a week that I spent ironing, reminiscing, using the very ironing board that she used, and keeping my mom alive -
I'm in quite a happy place.
And girls - this just makes me happy every time I open the drawer to get a fresh towel...