Sunday, June 17, 2007

Death of an ironing board

Has anyone even heard of a broken ironing board?

Death of an ironing board

She made it from Stoke Newington High Street to Michigan and then to Philadelphia, but a year of quilting was too much. So when I move to California this summer to join the Other, I'll be sans ironing board. An upgrade is probably in order anyway given the amount of time I spend pressing.

That's my Spots quilt laid out on the floor, of course—better photo tomorrow.


Libby said...

Wow, you broke your ironing board. That's hardcore.

Katy said...

I broke an ironing board once, but I'm afraid I was using it for illicit purposes.
It was my roommate's, too. Bad!