Friday, May 14, 2010
Ironing out the Wrinkles 5.10.10
I don't much enjoy ironing.
I didn't much enjoy ironing as a teenager. (Just ask my mom who complained mightily about the state of my wrinkled clothes as I left for school each day.)
I didn't gain anymore appreciation for it as a young adult. (Just ask David who once ironed my very cool red circle skirt and white shirt so I could go on a date with another guy.)
And I certainly can't say that it's grown on me as an adult. (Just ask Frampton's Cleaners who has had my business for years and years.)
They way I see it, I can iron fewer than 3 of David's 100% cotton dress shirts an hour. Or...I can pay to have them washed and pressed for around $2 a shirt. I've always considered my time more valuable than $5 an hour.
Suddenly we find ourselves in a penny-pinching mode. Blame it on the house. Or on our spending to furnish said house. Or me not teaching. Or the large cuts the symphony made to all of its staff salaries. Or really, blame it on all of the above.
Now really, I don't mind being frugal. Believe me, I know frugal. We lived on $13,000 our first year of marriage and $17,000 our second. We had one car for six and a half years, even though David worked in Salt Lake and I worked in Heber and Provo. In college, I once didn't grocery shop for nearly 6 months (we lived off David's parents' food storage.) And (David's mom's favorite story) I once gave David wrapped library books for Christmas.
But ironing? Sigh. It's really hard to have to be ironing again. Not only that, but I'm really not very good at it...
Looking on the bright side? We have shirts to iron. And electricity to run the iron. And I'm not having to iron shirts for other people to bring in extra income. And I can watch TV while I iron. Not so bad, after all.
But just as soon as I can, I'm giving my business back to Frampton's. I'm sure they miss me.