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please excuse the wrinkles

In the last month or so, I have had two mishaps with the iron, both resulting in pretty bad burns on my arm.

The first one I thought was bad, it's an inch or two across, but it's a relatively thin burn that happened when I was reaching for something and touched my arm on the hot iron, while I was ironing (this is important to know for the rest of the story). I moved it away quickly but it still got me. It is in an awkward place, it's on my wrist, about an inch down and now I have a scar straight across my right wrist that I am really self-conscious about.

The second incident was way worse. We have a Rowenta iron that turns off automatically. Good feature, right? The only thing is, that if it's left plugged in and gets jostled, it gets turned back on. Not a good feature.

I wasn't even ironing this time. I was in the bedroom, where I had recently relocated the iron and ironing board. I had been meaning to bring them back down to the basement, because it just wasn't working out. But I hadn't yet.

I somehow managed to press the top of my left arm against the hot iron, hard. And it must have been for a while, because this burn was much worse. It is about two inches across and half an inch wide. And blistered and turned colors and HURT. I couldn't believe it.

Neither one of them are pretty. The newest one is finally healing and it looks bright white against my tan arm.

Whenever someone asks me what happened, I tell them I was ironing and I had an accident.

No one can believe that I iron.

That's the response I get from almost every single person. "You iron?" they ask me, incredulously. "Yeah, don't you?" I ask.

No.

Nobody does.

Seriously.

Me and my mom.

That's it.

In the whole entire world, we are the only ones left that iron.

I love to iron. I only really iron pants and certain shirts. It's relaxing to me. I throw in old Seinfeld episodes and watch those and iron lots of clothes at a time. I don't put clothes into my closet that need to be ironed until they have been ironed. My mom used to do the same thing. John calls it ironing in bulk.

I have been leery of ironing since this happened, but I'm sure I'll get back into the groove.

Hopefully if I'm wrinkly, people will understand why.

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