Må sengetøy strykes?
Må det strykes ?
I’ve heard this question at least once a day since I opened my Bed Linen shop in Frogner last December.
From the look on the customer’s face however, it has sounded more like: “Will I have to kiss a tarantula every week if I buy your bed linen?”
The first two months, speaking as reassuringly as a nurse, I compassionately gave tips away from ironing and explained that after washing them, the duvet covers would be just fine if neatly folded just before being completely dry or put directly on the bed.
Reflecting on a few questions have made me change my tune recently:
Like, whether it would sound better if I replied: “No no no, you don’t need to go anywhere near an iron. The duvet covers will look like a dream if you smooth them with your grand-mother mangle board and rolling pin for a few hours.” Sorry, I do feel that evil sometimes.
Kulturminne Radøy: mangletre
Or like: “Of course you don’t need to iron, my bed linen is 100% iron-free”.
Surely we all know that sounds to good to be good.
Cotton that does not require ironing has gone through pretty scary chemical treatment. And although the formaldehyde released from the anti-wrinkle resin hasn’t been proven to cause cancer, it provokes contact dermatitis, psoriasis and other painful skin disorders to people with sensitive skins. Well, you'd expect so much with that sort of name, wouldn't you?
The other type of wrinkle-free ‘cotton’ is the one containing 50% polyester. Do I really need to describe how it feels to sleep in it? One sleepless night at an airport hotel was enough for me.
We all have things we hate to do. I have quite a list myself but I can hardly compare having to log into my nettbank, punch in my one-time code and transfer 780kr to Easypark for having spent more than the allowed two hours at an empty shopping center car park, or cleaning my child’s omgangssyke mess at 4am, with having to iron once in a while.
It wasn’t always like that. Looking at a pile of ironing used to make me feel as if I had to choose between climbing K2’s North Ridge in a pair of flip-flops or be buried alive with a tarantula. Yes, the same one.
As you can read from the irrational thoughts mentioned above: it is, as for many ‘boring’ things, all in the head.
And if it is all in the head then there are bits of food for thought we can chew on when facing house-work:
Some of us really hate domestic chores, some of us don’t hate them, whilst others - I know a couple - love them. I won’t name you, you know who you are and you also know there probably is a psychological name for people who feel better after having cleaned the house with a toothbrush.
Talking of toothbrushes, you know how boring it is to remove the celery and fresh spinach fibers from inside the juicer but we do it anyway? Why? Because if we don’t the juicer will be jammed and we won’t get our yummy morning juice. Not because we want to get into the Toothbrush Cleaning Secret Society.
I won’t get into the entire list of boring house chores but it seems that we often get through them either purely out of some sort of floating guilt or to avoid ugly situations.
But what about doing something we hate because the result is wonderful?
As soon as I feel the warm and cosy wind of procrastination blowing my way, I weigh the upside against the downside, not of the actual act but of its consequence. Whichever is greater in my very own book, not yours, wins. My book is full of divine moments, short-lived, intense and spontaneous as well as life-project long, grown-up and quiet.
You don’t want to iron. Don’t.
You’ve probably decided that the downside of ironing, which includes standing up for hours pressing hard and repetitively on a gigantic piece of cloth, like your duvet cover for example, with a steaming device until it pathetically still looks like it was run over by a truck is greater than the upside of ironing which realistically consists of peaceful yet quite unexciting day-dreaming.
The consequence of not ironing is that your duvet cover will not be ironed. Of course, it doesn’t count as an ugly situation like not washing your clothes. In fact, you’ve decided you’d rather spend those hours not ironing running a little longer on the thread-mill’s ‘Uphill’ phase, loose a couple of kilos and extend your life expectancy by two years.
The consequence of ironing, however boring it is, is that you will give yourself and those you love that intensely pleasurable experience of feeling fresh crispy sheets on the skin. Your skin doesn't think about boring and not so boring things. You skin feels. And newly ironed sheets is love made feeling. Ironed bed linen also looks so much better. Neurologically speaking, what pleases the eye is a strong an endorphin and serotonin stimulator as what pleases our other senses. And if you’ve added a little lavender conditioner to your wash, it will delight your sense of smell too. What a feast!
As I wrote before in a previous letter, I feel like I’m going on a date with my bed on freshly ironed bed linen day. Going to bed on that day is divinely delicious. I also find that when my bed is so scrummy feeling, looking and smelling, and if I can creep into my room unnoticed, the biggest pleasure of them all is going back to bed! Quit one session of exercise once in a while and try it. Go on, I dare you!!!
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