Wednesday, December 14, 2011

day 86 (Domestic Bliss week)

My husband would get just as excited seeing me iron in my Ponderosa sweatshirt. I hate ironing. I have broken down crying trying to get those creases just so. I iron my husbands shirts to make up for something I have done wrong. It's the equivalent of him buying me flowers. I have been a really good housewife of late and have shed no tears over the ironing board...there are no fresh flowers in my house either. Marital Bliss.


9 comments:

thursday said...

Woah baby! Who modeled for this one? ;)

jorjiapeach said...

loveeee it.

Fleur De Moi said...

I'm not sure what I hate more: ironing or folding. But what I do like it piece of art about it!

Leah said...

Wish I could look this hot whilst ironing! I'm the same hate it, only use it for crafty stuff.

Sarbear said...

Va-va-voom!

-Sara-

kittenhood said...

this one is absolutely amazing! I mean, that string that plugs in? genius!

Follow Your Own Way said...

this is so cute...one of my favorites.

Faith said...

This on amused me. It reminded me of my grandmother (who died at 99.5, 13 years ago -- to give it perspective) who once told me the story of how she burned her belly while ironing. Suffice it to say, Victorian that she was, she nevertheless probably had on less than your ironing vixen.

hilaryesta said...

Va-va-voom! You take ironing to a whole new level with this one!