When I was growing up my Mom has this old "ironer thing" that she used to starch and iron everything from the sheets and pillowcases to my Dad's overalls. Let me just say that we were a well-ironed family back in the day, much to the dismay of my brother and myself, as those starched pillow cases weren't the most comfy place to lay your head.
Mom finally gave up and got rid of the her ironer.
Years pass and and I sign up for a Nancy Crow workshop, which means I need to get busy dyeing more solid fabrics to add to my stash. Dyeing fabric also means lots of ironing. Ironing has never been something I was thrilled to spend time doing.
Guess what will handle one yard pieces of damp fabric like a champ?
You got it!
I discovered an old Ironrite on Craigslist, contacted the owner, and immediately took it off her hands. Let me introduce you to Irena, my new best friend.
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| a wet wrinkled pile of hand dyed fabrics |
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| placed into Irena's hot arms |
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| looks like this in a tenth of the time it would take if using my regular iron and board |
