When I was little I loved ironing tea towels and hankies. I folded the hankies into triangles. For goodness sake don't let them hear us....we'll be drummed out.
When I was little I loved ironing tea towels and hankies. I folded the hankies into triangles. For goodness sake don't let them hear us....we'll be drummed out.
My hatred of ironing goes back to childhood. When I was about ten I would have to iron both my older brothers clothes (they were 17 & 18). Lazy beggars wouldn't even make themselves a cup of coffee so I was head waitress as well.
I don't know what earrywigger means so I'm unaffected if it was directed at me but I should say that Nanna taught me to iron hankies into triangles too when I was young enough to be trained to be an "ironer" and although I found it fascinating the first time, after two I was done!
Muddle up: George is cloggies home made scarecrow who made an appearance somewhere in the middle of the thread.
Some bug on the forum won't let me look back/forward more than a few pages from the latest/first posts on this thread so not sure which page exactly. It was on May 31st, according to my response (found in 'my posts', which I can look back on)
Evening all, Thank you so much for supporting my admission to the Gallery of Shame, I am deeply honoured and promise to strive to becoming ever more slothful.
I must humbly apologise for any colour co-ordination in my shed, it is mainly due to presents from my family.
Regarding the lack of cobwebs, I must remember to photograph the window, you cant see out of it for the damn things, in fact my youngest grandaughter wont go anywhere near the shed as she's not keen on spiders.
I too developed my hatred of ironing at an early age, I used to iron for the family and polish on a Sunday morning. I consoled myself with the fact that 'by the time I had a family of my own, we would all be wearing throwaway paper clothes' how wrong can you be.
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Earrywigger!!!
My hatred of ironing goes back to childhood. When I was about ten I would have to iron both my older brothers clothes (they were 17 & 18). Lazy beggars wouldn't even make themselves a cup of coffee so I was head waitress as well.
I don't know what earrywigger means so I'm unaffected if it was directed at me but I should say that Nanna taught me to iron hankies into triangles too when I was young enough to be trained to be an "ironer" and although I found it fascinating the first time, after two I was done!
Yes Lantana, my overgrown puddle was my pond. Actually I'm a bit nervous of creepy crawly things that might live in ponds.
Being the owner of a tummy that I wish was flatter, I find small lacy underwear sits nicely underneath it.
I know BL. In my case I'm just sorry I can't see mine from up here!
I don't know if my tummy's flat or not. I can't see it either! 
Muddle up: George is cloggies home made scarecrow who made an appearance somewhere in the middle of the thread.
Some bug on the forum won't let me look back/forward more than a few pages from the latest/first posts on this thread
so not sure which page exactly. It was on May 31st, according to my response (found in 'my posts', which I can look back on)
Evening all, Thank you so much for supporting my admission to the Gallery of Shame, I am deeply honoured and promise to strive to becoming ever more slothful.
I must humbly apologise for any colour co-ordination in my shed, it is mainly due to presents from my family.
Regarding the lack of cobwebs, I must remember to photograph the window, you cant see out of it for the damn things, in fact my youngest grandaughter wont go anywhere near the shed as she's not keen on spiders.
I too developed my hatred of ironing at an early age, I used to iron for the family and polish on a Sunday morning. I consoled myself with the fact that 'by the time I had a family of my own, we would all be wearing throwaway paper clothes' how wrong can you be.