“It was my grandma who taught me the right way to iron a shirt. It was a necessary skill, beca

“It was my grandma who taught me the right way to iron a shirt. It was a necessary skill, because the uniform at my alma mater – an all-girls, Catholic high school – was a button-up shirt underneath a tunic so long that it rivalled a nun’s habit. My grandma also told me, between explaining the right pressure to use on particularly tough fabrics and how to iron a perfect collar, that this skill would be invaluable to me for when I was living with my future husband. In her role as nurturer, care-giver and keeper of the peace, she had ironed everything. My grandpa’s shirts before he went to work, to golf, to church. All four of her children’s school uniforms, the bed sheets they slept under every night, even handkerchiefs. Ironing has become more of a ritual than a necessity for me. There’s something sublime about it, to treat the clothes that enable me to express my true self with care and respect. It evokes a nearly ceremonial calm in me – handling the fabric, smoothing out every crease, barefoot on the kitchen tile standing over the ironing board in just my undershirt and boxers. It brings me back to my body and back to my butchness with every movement.” - @honkytonkbutch .
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