Ironing is the worst.
My husband, no joke, had about a dozen shirts in his closet that he completely ignored because they needed to be ironed. I told him I was not going to do it. But three months later I did it. I got tired of seeing him wear the same 5 shirts every week.
I needed the wrinkled dozen unwrinkled and back in the rotation.
It’s over now.
I nailed down a pretty smooth method to get those shirts ironed well and fast. You iron in this order:
If you have to iron, this is the way to do it. It’s as painless as something painful can be…