|I would rather garden than iron...wrinkles don't matter there!|
But, if you asked me to do it once a week or as the clothes came out of the dryer, I would simply pretend I did not hear you. Ironing is what the "housekeeping fairy" would be asked to do if she ever offered to come to my house.
When my daughter was in college I asked her once where the students in her dorm ironed. She paused, tilted her head thinking for a moment and told me she had never seen anyone iron! There you go...perfect!
Still, even in this day and age, wash and wear is not the norm. My solution is to either hang things up unironed in the hope that on the day that I decide to wear an outfit I will be in the mood to press the obvious wrinkles out or I stack things in the basket next to the ironing board until the pile is high and my closet is empty. Who knows, maybe the wrinkles will simply "fall out" and I will be good to go.
The ironing basket can become an archeological dig of sorts. Those clothes that need throwing away might go in there. My husband clothes that I don't like may hide under the t-shirts. Curtains taken down and that can't find a storage spot, arm covers for chairs and cloth napkins gather lint at the bottom of the basket. When I dig into it every few month I may find underwear, dish towels and that sock that went missing.
I have come to think of the ironing basket as a place to hide from myself. When I don't' want to face my future and past, I hide those places away for some future day when it does not seem impossible. Then for a few hours or minutes I deal with it all.
What are you hiding in your laundry basket?