my iron died....OH NO!

This morning was just a typical day. Wash my hair.

Dry my hair. Curl my hair. Get dressed. Make

a cup of tea and plug the iron in to finish up a few

things and press out some fabric for some aprons

I am going to make. Couldn't wait to get started!

After I waited a few minutes, thinking the iron

would be hot, walked over and saw the light was

out on it. Huh? Checked to be sure it was plugged

in. Checked to see if I really did turn it on.

Hmmmm. I picked the iron up and the on light

flashed on. Oh! Then off. Sigh.

Sooo I wiggled the cord and it flashed on and

stayed that way. Not for long. Started ironing

when it warmed up and then, snap crackle

pop.....a lick of flame up my wrist.... a quick

scream ....EEK! It was snapping and a popping

when I unplugged it, then it just stopped and

smoked a little. Of course thats when I started

laughing. And you should have seen the ash on

my ironing board! wow! Thats a first!

Anyways, now I am going to have to QUICKLY

get a new iron. I feel lost with out it. I use my

iron every day even when I am not sewing. I

love ironing. I love crisp pleats. Tidy collars.

Freshly ironed pillowcases on my pillows. That

puff of steam. Smell of spray starch. It goes on.

I cannot go long without an iron in my hand.

Hi, my name is Melissa, I am addicted to ironing.