tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923612.post2948326982429908998..comments2024-02-21T03:03:52.704-08:00Comments on Notes in the Key of Life: Today is Permanent Press Day. Which begs the question...Cindy Swansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14090693362997103412noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923612.post-61979754282655211892011-08-24T13:55:04.267-07:002011-08-24T13:55:04.267-07:00I just wish I could get my poor mother to stop iro...I just wish I could get my poor mother to stop ironing except in emergencies. The poor soul has worn out her arm and shoulder (including from several years working at a dry cleaners), but she insists on ironing every load of laundry. I bet if I came home suddenly in the middle of the day, I'd catch her ironing shoelaces. <br /><br />I guess it's a generational thing.Solameaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09869424956571944997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923612.post-36184408774656788372011-08-23T20:54:30.631-07:002011-08-23T20:54:30.631-07:00Really Sherry, so many clothes today don't req...Really Sherry, so many clothes today don't require ironing...especially if you grab them out of the dryer pretty quick!Cindy Swansonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14090693362997103412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5923612.post-68382042392770215832011-08-23T20:34:56.017-07:002011-08-23T20:34:56.017-07:00No ironing, never, no way, no how. My mom used to ...No ironing, never, no way, no how. My mom used to pay a lady to do her ironing. Mom was a schoolteacher and too busy to iron. Then, later after she retired, she couldn't stand for long periods of time to iron. But she still wanted those crisp, unwrinkled clothes.Sherryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04664642293286996220noreply@blogger.com