Yes, because of my daughter I now have to iron clothes!
Egads!!!!
Life as I know it is now over

I have always prided myself on the fact that I’ve never had to iron anything…
I’m 2 months shy of being 44 and haven’t had to own an ironing board…til now.
Why do the majority of Christa’s clothes have to be ironed? WHY?!

So, what used to be my yoga space (formerly known as the dining area-but that’s what the desk & couch are for right?)

Where I could go to relax…

is now being overtaken by this…

This is wrong on so many levels!
While I’m domesticated in the fact that I love to bake and cook and keep my place clean, I have never felt the need to iron (REALLY does one need to iron tank tops and yoga pants?!NO!)
Alas, for the love of my daughter Christa, I am taking the leap in to June Cleaver-ism and will iron…
Because.I.Love.Her.That.Much.

But really, if it weren’t for Christa, would I need to iron? No!
Not for me, I’m goin to be the one driving around in a VW Vanagon traveling the states and blogging as I go…who has room (or desire) to iron clothes…
Live in tank tops, cargo shorts, yoga pants & crinkly hippie peasant skirts!
No iron needed!

So, if there are no tweets or updates on FB tonight, it’s safe to assume I either
a)burnt the condo down
b)burnt my hand and can’t type
c)curled up in the fetal position and am not coming out til the universe is right again

Question of the day
Am I the only one who’s never ironed?
Do you iron?
WHY?!