Freshly pressed…

Sometimes, even though I’m a writer who should send her readers into the most astonishing worlds of history and fantasy, my blog posts can cover the most banal things.

Thanks to a likeminded blogger, Faux Fuchsia,  I was prompted to think on how much I too like ironed goods in my cupboards and drawers.

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Yes, I iron pillowslips…

Handkerchiefs…

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Aprons…

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Even teatowels.

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Then I can open the linen press (this one at House) and salivate over the crispiness.

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So too in the teatowel drawer.

It’s a nice diversion if one has writer’s block.

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I have a very ordinary metal ironing board at House dating from the 1980’s, but in town I have the most delicious wooden ironing board dating from the 1940’s which my husband and I bought in the weeks before we got married.

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And what’s better than slipping into a bed that has freshly pressed linen?

You tell me.