Flat out bad...

The one chore I hate, abhor, and despise beyond what words can describe is ironing. I will literally wait months and bring all my ironing clothes to my mom or to the cleaners (sad I know). Another tactic I utilize is simply not wearing anything that requires ironing, or buying multiple wrap shirts. I will do anything not to iron, and I deliberately figure out what clothes I can wear that are simply: wash and wear, but this morning I was hung out to dry, literally. My white linen pants stared at me, mocking me....freshly washed and slightly (actually, majorly) wrinkled. I wanted to wear them and saw no way around it, so I bit the bullet at around 6:45 am and angrily pulled my dusty iron off the shelf and got to work. I didn't do a bad job, if I do say so myself. Linen pants, skirts, simple tank dresses I can handle, button up shirts and voluminous skirts I am not yet ready to tackle. So, dearest mother, you may see them in a few months, but I have not worn a shirt that required ironing in a good three months-determination I tell you!

Go ahead, laugh at my predicament, but in my defense I clean, cook and keep things (other than my massive shoe collection) organized, so ironing is my one problem--hey it could be worse, right?