Several millennium of technological advances in the fabric industry have failed to fully realise the dream of 'wrinke-free.' In preparation for a business meeting in another city, I attacked the necessary bundle of formal clothes waiting to be packed. (My gusto may be in part due to the late afternoon coffee).
With the pressurised transference of heat from iron to fabric, I established the order of power. As the creases disappeared, I distracted myself with thoughts of alternate professions which would not require ironing:
Surfing instructor (not yet competent at swimming, forget surfing), underwear model (I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed), programmer (my nerdy glasses and a 10-year old, unused degree are as far as I got)...
It didn't take long - the creases beat a hasty retreat. I may have won this battle, but the creases will be back. Armed with a teflon-coated hot iron, I am ready for the the next wave of freshly washed, terribly wrinkled clothes.
With the pressurised transference of heat from iron to fabric, I established the order of power. As the creases disappeared, I distracted myself with thoughts of alternate professions which would not require ironing:
Surfing instructor (not yet competent at swimming, forget surfing), underwear model (I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed), programmer (my nerdy glasses and a 10-year old, unused degree are as far as I got)...
It didn't take long - the creases beat a hasty retreat. I may have won this battle, but the creases will be back. Armed with a teflon-coated hot iron, I am ready for the the next wave of freshly washed, terribly wrinkled clothes.