Ironing board confessions

I must confess that I am a compuslsive ironer (is that even a word?) I iron everything, I have even ironed my jeans. Silly, I know. When I was little my mom would pay me 10 cents for everyone of my dad's shirts that I ironed. So, iron them I did. I love the crispness of the fabric after you iron, and don't even get me started on the steam setting... I feel like it restores the item to store-like newness, and it makes me smile. Because of this little habit, I go through a lot of irons. I can't even tell you how many. They just wear out because of so much use.

A few days ago I noticed that the cord to my iron has a short. It's not bad, Iwill replace the iron over the weekend. Of course, I can't remember to buy a new iron. Fast forward to this morning and me trying to iron my dress for church. I am trying to hold the cord at just the right angle and iron at the same time. Not such a pretty picture, I had the cord over one shoulder, while pressing it in just the right spot, to make the little red light appear. It worked, the dress got ironed, and on my to do list for tomorrow...buy another new iron.

Dress: Layers, Jacket: F21, Belt: Kohl's, Boots: ebay, Jewelry: Lia Sophia