Starch or No Starch? What’s Starch?
There are three kinds of people in the world – those who love to iron, those who hate to iron, and those who have no earthly idea what an iron is.
I love the scent of starch and warm cotton. When I was growing up, my parents gave us regular chores to do, and a regular allowance, but we could always pick some of the extra chores and earn extra money. I think this idea was genius. We got to pick chores we liked, and we could make money. I got one cent for every two handkerchiefs that I ironed, one cent for each pillowcase, and five cents for each of my dad’s shirts.
Ironing also seemed like a very grown-up thing to do, and as an additional attraction, all the items to be ironed were already clean and dry. I don’t mind getting grubby if I have to, but given a choice between peeling slippery pears for canning, pulling stickery weeds from the dirt, or smoothing out a white broadcloth shirt until it’s crisp, I’ll take the clean task every time. (That may be why I went into weaving and quilting, instead of pottery like my husband and daughters.)
Nowadays, I have two irons. The one I use nearly every day is my grandmother’s iron. I love its weight and old woven cord. The other one was a gift from my mother-in-law – she was cleaning out the house of her deceased sister-in-law, and she saved the tiny old iron for me. I thought it was one of the most thoughtful gifts I’ve ever gotten.
Old tools and old routines can bring back lots of happy memories.
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