I really love freshly laundered shirts. So much so, being a web internetist wankr, I took a pic of mine only recently washed and ironed. And being even more pretentious I immediately thought of The Great Gatsby.
“They’re such beautiful shirts”, she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. “It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such such beautiful shirts before.”
I deserve to be mocked.
But did you wash and iron them yourself? If so having them all ironed in one go rather than hastily in the morning as your need to wear one is a fantastic achievement. If someone else ironed them it really isn’t anything to brag about no matter how great a row of pressed linen is :-p
As with any specialist job, if you want it done well, you’re best to call in a professional. 😉
Ah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah.
Twat. 😉
“Where it is?”
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=rKT0DX7d_kQ
Brigadier: and where is shirts?
I see a lot of pink here… are you making some kind of statement?
Chris you beat me to the question that came to mind. Dan you don’t strike me as an ironong man, there aren’t many of this species I’m sure. Come to think of it, since eBay and working from home, it’s not something I do often either.
I admire any man who irons his own shirts. There’s something rather sexy about a man who will get on with housework … especially while I’m fixing the darn car!
:p
Ironong Man? Is this a new breed?
ROFPML @ Sue 😀
I’d like to share the wise words of my friend Anne:
life’s too short to dust a pile of ironing.
I don’t know.
I’m ashamed to admit I still iron all Bob’s shirts, even rescuing them from the wardrobe if he has put them away unironed (he can’t see the point, I can…)
I’m even more ashamed to admit I iron sheets too…and teatowels.
But(she says, lifting head defiantly) I quite LIKE ironing.
Viz window cleaning. Tales of tedious domesticity = comments.