Back in the olden days, I often ironed my clothes. There’s a certain satisfaction in getting a crisp seam here, pressing out wrinkles there. Making sure a collar lays just right.
In these permanent press days, about the only time I fire up the iron is if I’m working on a quilt.
And today is one of those days.
I plugged in the iron, then while it heated up,…
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