I loathe ironing. With a passion! The importance of ironing was however, drummed into me from a young age by an equally passionate ambassador - my Home Economics teacher Mrs K.
Mrs K had an unparalleled ability to make her own clothes. She had an immense and covetable wardrobe, all made by her own hand and was always immaculately turned out. If my Mum started me off by developing my interest as a girl in clothes into an fledgling ability to sew, Mrs K formed me into a consummate professional by the time I finished three years in high school under her tutelage.
If there is one thing Mrs K drilled her students in, it was that pressing a garment, from its seams to the main body of the finished product, was essential to producing a professional finish. And that goes for all clothes. I read somewhere once that the sartorial polish that Frenchwomen seem to ooze in spades is down to an appreciation of this fact, with the claim (unsubstantiated) that they were fastidious about ironing, even extending ironing to their hosiery.
Recently my old ironing board broke leaving me with the ensuing chaos of trying to prepare outfits for work with no capacity to get rid of the creases that come with cramming things into an overstuffed wardrobe. It was quite a hideous ironing board with inadequate padding, which meant I would always end up putting those horrible ironing marks on my clothes. On its demise I decided that if you are going to invest in nice clothes that you want to wear for years to come then it is worth investing in the right tools to care for them.
So I coughed up for a good brand and got an aesthetically pleasing one to boot. Anything that helps me get in the mood and make ironing more of a pleasure than a dreary chore, whilst avoiding those dreaded over pressing marks on my clothes is, in my book, a good buy. In contrast to the sinking feeling I would get when seeing my old ironing board, now at least I am cheered to see this one greet me in the morning. I feel like I'm looking at a work of art or funky surfboard seeing this propped against my white wall. In fact so aspiring to art is this ironing board that the manufacturers gave it a title. Yes, this ironing board is called "Breakfast"!
I was quite drawn by the monochrome breakfast inspired print, in part because I'd like to be able to say that my morning involves this kind of clean and sparse image of calm preparation for the day ahead. A glistening cup of coffee, keys and mobile at the ready, a crisp folded paper for casual perusal over breakfast, a svelte Macbook to catch up on a few blogs before I head out to work. Totally aspirational!
I wonder what a print of my usual chaos would look like? That is the usual swearing and upturning everything to find lost keys and misplaced mobile, trying to swallow down a hasty breakfast after spilling the coffee and leaving late and the dishes undone because I really shouldn't have read and commented on those last few blog posts on my Google reader. Ah well, I now have an ironing board to remind me tomorrow is another day...
Ironing Board: Brabantia