I am ironing fabric that I washed yesterday in preparation for a new sewing project. I’m listening to a podcast about delight and joy, and it got me to thinking. I used to hate ironing, but ever since I started sewing my own clothes, I’ve found a certain sense of satisfaction in ironing my me-mades. It’s as if I am caring for the things that I make for myself. It still feels like a chore, but I don’t hate it. It’s a labor of love – for myself.
I am finding myself smiling to myself as I press out the wrinkles, preparing my fabric for cutting and then sewing into a garment. As I move the iron with one hand, I’m smoothing the fabric with my other hand, feeling the residual warmth of the iron where it has passed, feeling the texture of the fabric, just enjoying the feel of the it under my hand. It’s nice.
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