I Ironed My Sheets
I know. I want to tell you about the books I read in July. I’ve also been beading and knitting. But what I want to really share with you is that I ironed my sheets this morning.
There is something about taking the time to actually iron these days. And sheets, what a luxury!
I did not have the TV or radio on. Just me, the sheets, the deliciously lemon-verbana scented ironing spray, the iron, and the ironing board. Taking some leisure time to pamper myself.
As I ironed, I treasured that at this point in my life I am able to do this for myself. No kids running around, no pressing schedule. I can just iron my sheets.
I am in the midst of reading The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo, whose message is to surround yourself with things that give you joy. She even discusses folding, and how your intentions and care go into the items you fold. I paid extra special attention to my folding this morning.
The sheets almost look like a pile of handkerchiefs in the linen closet.
I have ironed my sheets before, every time they’re washed. It is such a pleasure (and I usually do my best to avoid ironing!) to take the time to do this for myself.
My linen closet smells better. When the sheets are on my bed, I feel luxurious. Every time I sleep in them, I take pride in my effort and accomplishment.
It is joy.