I don't do much ironing anymore, but I keep an iron on hand for those occasional touch-ups. My iron is still stored in its original box. Its age is unknown, but I found an identical one on the internet with a note that it had been purchased in 1956. So I guess the term "vintage" could accurately describe it.
It's been in our family for its entire life, first belonging to my mom and then to me. In fact, I believe it's the iron that I used when learning the art of ironing, an art that I'm afraid I never quite mastered.
I guess that makes me "vintage," too.
Oh well. It has a nicer ring to it than "old."
It's been in our family for its entire life, first belonging to my mom and then to me. In fact, I believe it's the iron that I used when learning the art of ironing, an art that I'm afraid I never quite mastered.
I guess that makes me "vintage," too.
Oh well. It has a nicer ring to it than "old."
I love the picture of the very slender lady, with a lovely full apron covering her tasteful dress, ironing a pleated skirt of respectable length...and doing it with a smile on her face.
