So I admit it. It was a kit of iron on transfers with a canvas bag from Wally World. But to me, a true ironing moron, it was a success. I never, ever learned to iron nor do I have any desire to iron. My only ironing experience was fourteen years ago when I burned myself ironing a shirt. Very traumatic and educational as I learned I hate ironing and never to use a hot iron while wearing the wrinkled clothes. Jeez, wet the shirt and throw it in the dryer for a few minutes while you eat your breakfast of Mayfield Extreme Moose Tracks.
Just the incoherent, nonsensical ramblings of a Catholic, Texas born mom who knits, loves her family, reads, geocaches and volunteers way too much, and spends most of her life in her filthy dirty little car shuttling my two kids and two dogs around Athens, Georgia.
Monday, September 3, 2007
I made a new Knit Bag...sort of...
So I admit it. It was a kit of iron on transfers with a canvas bag from Wally World. But to me, a true ironing moron, it was a success. I never, ever learned to iron nor do I have any desire to iron. My only ironing experience was fourteen years ago when I burned myself ironing a shirt. Very traumatic and educational as I learned I hate ironing and never to use a hot iron while wearing the wrinkled clothes. Jeez, wet the shirt and throw it in the dryer for a few minutes while you eat your breakfast of Mayfield Extreme Moose Tracks.
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