To iron the laundry or not? I don’t as you can see below… I believe that there are more fun things to do! My Spanish mother-in-law, sister-in-law and my father-in-law (a former tailor) love (?) ironing, but I don’t really see the need to do it except when it comes to shirts and blouses, certain trousers / skirts and table cloths if they are extremely wrinkly. I will never forget last summer when my mother-in-law had injured her shoulder and therefore couldn’t do the ironing. She told me that I could iron O’s clothes before preparing our luggage, but I replied that I don’t iron his underwear (nor my own)! A few hours later I see my father-in-law iron my husband’s boxer shorts… Sigh, it made me feel very guilty but not guilty enough to actually take over the ironing 😉
What I wouldn’t mind to have, if I have the space in the future, is a mangle (mangel på svenska): a machine for smoothing or pressing clothes, household linen, etc., by means of heated rollers (definition from dictionary.com). My mother always uses a [table] mangle for bedlinen and table cloths, it’s fast and practical!
I remember my grandmother telling me when I was a child the horrific story of a woman who was crushed by an old traditional stone mangle in a basement down the street from our house. Apparently she had gone between the stone rollers to untangle / straighten something that had gotten stuck and didn’t have time to get out before she was struck by one of the rollers. What a sad story and destiny to be killed when doing household work! (it happened long before I was born, maybe in the 1950’s?) Fortunately my mother’s mangle is a small one where you can’t get crushed…
Speaking of laundry and household work, on Monday I cut myself while chopping some fruit for my morning porridge. It wasn’t a very deep cut so I just put some kitchen paper around the finger and continued to prepare my breakfast, which included dropping the milk carton on the floor but as they say – It’s no use crying over spilt milk so I took a deep breath and cleaned it up. After breakfast I had a shower and when I was getting some clean clothes from the drying rack (O did the laundry on Sunday afternoon), I saw in the corner of my eye that something splashed on the wall. I checked what it was and was shocked to see that there was blood on the wall!! I looked around me, and it took me a few seconds to realise that my finger was bleeding again – opps! You could say that it was lucky that the blood ended up on the wall and not on the clean laundry!!