Mitzi’s Happy

This iron makes me giggle. It’s the first iron that I’ve owned for three years. When I was going through my separation then divorce and bought my house I left our expensive iron behind. My ex liked to iron, and in my state of not being able to comprehend that he was living with his new person and wouldn’t be alone and sad in our old house that I couldn’t leave empty- and wouldn’t need all of the creature comforts I somehow thought he would, I left it.

And so I’ve been iron-less. And also somewhat impish and proud that who needed an iron anyway. It became a thing to me as a part of who I was in my new life, an inside joke I had with myself. I have a whole bunch of those, now that I am becoming ‘me’ .

There have been a few times that I have thought “I really should iron that”, which up until tonight I could always answer “but I can’t, so I’m not going to worry about it”.

I gave in and put it on my Christmas list this year, and here it is. Ready-to-go. I don’t know that I’ll actually use it often- more significant that this is a quirky end of a phase of my transition to a bigger life. One that has room for an iron, just in case. I’ll still giggle every time I choose not to use it.