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And speaking of steamers, about, hm, 10 years ago or so I found a Jiffy Steamer at a thrift shop for $10.00. The clerk at the shop let me try it out -- she brought me a cup of water from the back. I poured the water in and turned it on and WOWW!! Steam for days! I could do most of my clothes with the steamer and not have a lot of ironing to do.
I actually kinda hate ironing; when I was growing up, we all had to take turns with the Ironing Duty on wash day. With 5 kids and 2 parents, there was always a LOT of ironing and it would take the better part of an afternoon to do it all, a weekly after-school chore that I just loathed.
To this day, I still do not enjoy ironing. I know some people get into the "zen" aspect of it, the same way that some people get into the "zen" aspect of mowing a yard and enjoying seeing the grass get trimmed and neatened-up.
That's another chore I hope I never have to do again -- cutting grass. When I was in elementary- and junior-high-school, my brothers and sister and I used to make money in the summertime cutting grass for neighbors. We lived on an island in Virginia at the time. Most people's yards were full of sand, especially those folks who lived near the waterfront. And there were pine trees all over the place which meant dried-out pine cones to watch out for. It was a routine thing when cutting people's grass to get hit with a searing blast of sand or popped in the head by a pine cone sent aloft by the lawn mower.
Aaaaaaaaaaanway, when I found that steamer I was very happy with it. But when we moved, I am sorry to say I gave it away. It was just one more thing to deal with and I was afraid I wouldn't have anywhere to keep it. Now I wish I'd never gotten rid of it. Oh well.