Every time when I catch a glimpse of the pile of clothes waiting to be ironed, I would sigh as it means there’s another task that I have to get done. Ironing is a chore that needs patience and often feels like the most mundane of household duties.
However, I found myself feeling in-between. Strange right? While I dread to start ironing, yet sometimes I feel calm after I begin. Actually it is rather therapeutic for me. Maybe it’s the gliding of the iron over the clothes that transform the wrinkles into crisp order. I really look forward to seeing the clothes wrinkle-free. It gives me a sense of control.
In order to make the time pass easily, I often pair ironing with something I love and that is watching my favourite drama or movie on the tablet. As I watch the story unfolds on the screen, my hands are busy ironing. Before I know it, the pile of clothes is gone.
There’s something quietly satisfying about creating order from the mess. Who knew a hot iron and a good drama can be a soothing combination.
