So, I was standing in my ironing room/sewing room/book room/play room, basking in its muddled happiness when I decided to do a little ironing. First I had to mend a pair of favorite pants. They had a little tear near the belt loop (I do not own any belts, by the way). I found the perfect patch. Hoot! After that, I decided to play a little game with my pile of ironing. I sought out all the colorful pieces and ironed my way to a nice little mix of hues. What do you think? Pretty, huh?
When I was young, my mother would offer to spend an evening sewing for me but I had to iron while she sewed. I ironed pillowslips and hankies while the sewing machine whirred. When I was a young mama, I ironed for pocket money. I put an ad in the newspaper and many nurses (I guess nurses got behind on their ironing) called me and I began ironing all their pretty clothes. It was fun (and a tiny bit difficult) and I did it until we moved away from that city. Do you think my lot of ironing is the reason I love Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle? I think so!
I really should use the Pom Pom room for a guest room instead of a "my stuff room" but I like having a place to put pretty things. This Susan Branch flag is so cute, isn't it?
A bright basket of yarn!
A brown sheep
Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle's little brother
an Ann leg and a few pretty and peaceful books
It's pretty much a mumble jumble, but I'm so thankful.
So, now I'm off to school. What kind of ironing games do you play?
