I find it soothing to take something wrinkled and make it smooth. It feels anticipatory. It's what I do before a celebration. And nobody bothers me when I'm ironing.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Ironing is comfort. It's control. I'm a nutty person who likes to make sure everything is in its place.
I don't even like sitting in a taxi or on the tube when I've got a nicely ironed shirt on - I can feel the creases starting. I was taught to iron in the children's home I lived in - along with mopping, sweeping, and washing up. If you iron a shirt in order - collar, cuffs, yoke, sleeves and then body - it comes out all neat and gorgeous.
I love washing, hoovering, ironing, you name it. I find it very therapeutic.
Ironing is a great diversion from the reality you don't want to face.
I don't iron anything. Never have and never will.
My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.
You know when pillowcases come out of the dryer and they get really wrinkled? I iron them.
For me, there's nothing better than curling up in my favorite blanket on a cloudy or rainy day and just knit. Especially in front of the fireplace.
Knitting not only relaxes me, it also brings a feeling of being at home.
The only time I ever enjoyed ironing was the day I accidentally got gin in the steam iron.