In my last apartment I used to iron on the floor because I couldn’t be bothered to get the ironing board out of our teeny closet and then have it take up half the living room.
After the first time I got a brown burn spot on the shirt I vowed to never iron again, and I blamed the iron for being British. A few weeks later I needed to iron, so I was really careful and I checked the iron to make sure no rust was going to come out like it did last time.
Immediate burn spot. Sweater ruined. I yelled.
Another no-ironing vow, but then I needed to iron again. Another burned shirt. WTF!
Then I moved to a new apartment, where I had one of those little baby ironing boards. “That’s not so bad,” I thought. It was easy to get out of the closet so I wouldn’t have any problems.
Only problem was, it smelled really strongly of curry and had gross stains on it, so I had to throw it away. Back to ironing on my carpet.
I ironed the first side with no problems. On the second swipe I noticed dark stuff all over the ruffles and I freaked out. This is my FAVORITE shirt. I love it.
“Wait a second … burns aren’t blue!” Then I looked at my carpet and felt sick with stupidity. After six months, two apartments and four burned shirts I finally figured out that it wasn’t the iron burning my shirts, it was the iron melting the carpet and then dragging the molten carpet onto my clothes.
In my defense, the previous carpet was brown, so perhaps you can see how I thought it was just a burn mark rather than carpet lava.
I’m also sad because that was one of the few shirts I own that didn’t come off a Goodwill rack or out of a sale bin. Not to make fun of Goodwill because I do love it, but it’s nice to be able to choose your clothes sometimes rather than waiting until someone else throws something away.
You could argue that I make fairly decent money at my job and I could just buy another shirt, but no. I can’t justify spending £50 on a shirt when I live in Europe and could buy a plane ticket to Italy for that price.
Besides, who is to say that if I did spend the money that I wouldn’t have another horrendous accident!
If you have any knowledge as to how I can preserve my beloved shirt, please tell me. I’ll take any suggestion into consideration. I’m willing to try anything to save this shirt.
Already I’ve had a suggestion to just use white out, and quite frankly I think it’s going to come down to that. If anyone notices I’ll just yell at them for trying to stare at my apples. Perverts.