ironing shirts: 10:00am, August 6, 2015, in Maltepe

a simple act
stroking cotton
smoothing wrinkles
the chore
that follows
laundry
coffee laced
with Bailey’s
Erroll Garner
on his piano
the cat
on the couch
a breeze
through open windows
domesticity
here
on my corner
of the world

14 thoughts on “ironing shirts: 10:00am, August 6, 2015, in Maltepe

  1. This made me smile
    1. Because I haven’t ironed anything in years (I methodically search for clothes with fabrics that have no need for it)
    2. Because I detest this chore so much only an angry poem would be inspired, unlike the calm, sane one you’ve written (I’ve spent so many a teenage Saturday night ironing piles of clothes which took hours I think I’ve developed a mental ‘allergy’ to it )

    You’ve taken a simple, mundane activity and told the story in such a way that made it instead a joyful passing of time. We’ll done!

    • Thanks very much. I used to send my shirts to the dry cleaners but cannot find one in walking distance from my new apartment so I have reverted to laundering & ironing my own shirts again. And if I set the proper mood, it is pleasant in its own way.

  2. I like this…but then I like ironing 🙂
    I have been known to be different
    Wonderful, brings a smile
    Take Care…You Matter…
    )0(
    maryrose

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