UPDATE: Well done to our winner Claudia with 22 votes on this comment
My husband is the ironer of the family.
I like me a nicely ironed pair of jeans though, is that weird?
I mentioned once at work about how well my husband irons jeans, and it
was met with great mirth. Everyone thought it was very weird that I
got my jeans ironed, apparently they ‘iron themselves’.
Someone even said to me ‘oh what have you got an asthmatic puffer you
want to stick in your pocket too?’.
Actually, it was safely tucked away in my bag ;-)
Well done Claudia.
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I am not afraid to tell you that I am an ironer. I like to iron, or rather I like the results of having ironed.
I think it may be a genetic thing – once when my mother was visiting she watched and chatted to me as I ironed. I finished the t-shirts, the linen, the jeans and the shirts (yes I iron all those things) and when I started to pack away she looked at me aghast – “why aren’t you ironing the undies and the socks ?” she asked in a GENUINE tone of surprise. Before I had time to even begin to explain that no-one irons underwear she grabbed the iron from me and said “you have it out – you might as well use it.” Really my mother is that much of an ironing freak.