ironing is better than drugs

Aaaah - I am so calm from ironing today that I can hardly stand it. This morning, I ironed sheets. When is the last time you ironed sheets? My mother sent linens to the laundry in the 1950's, but I do remember her ironing pillow cases. Maybe she only sent the sheets and tablecloths. Anyway -- I bought these wonderful 4 zillion thread-count,100% cotton Calvin Klein Sateen King Size sheets, etc. for a bargain price: two sets= a double bargain. The only thing is that they come out of the dryer more wrinkled than raisins. And I especially HATE wrinkled pillow cases. So before breakfast, I ironed the pillow cases and sort of touched up one sheet, which I had to put on the floor to do. Truly enjoyable way to start the day. Then the plumbers came. They fixed the problem (I think) and left. They will send a bill, by which time I will know whether the leak is truly fixed. We'll skip the dreary afternoon and fast forward to this evening, when I went back to ironing. This time, I was sorting and ironing strips of fabric in an effort to tame my overflowing bins. What a joy! Not only are the strips gorgeous and vibrant, they are organized! Ms. Closet will be very proud of me...despite the remaining threads on my design wall. I also threw all my spare blocks into a box. Better, now that they are not all over the cutting table. So now everything is neat and clean till tomorrow and maybe I can get started with a couple of ideas. Working at home this week. 'nite.