I saw this shirt at shirt.woot.com

Many years ago, Joey asked a question in the middle of one of his sermons. “What are the hardest wrinkles to iron out?”

Jennifer blurted “Ones you make yourself.”

Then she turned to the person to her left and gave him the most dorky know-it-all look.

Unfortunately for me, I was that person to her left.

To this day, when I iron, the image of her oddly contorted face burns into the projection screen of my brain.

I do my own ironing and I’ve been doing so for as long as I can remember. Ironing is easy stuff. I love the sound of the steam blasting through the fabric and the thick smell of it in the air.

I generally started with the front. There’s a certain pleasure I get when the wrinkles near the pockets and near the buttons smoothen out.

Then I do the arms/sleeves. I don’t put too much time into them because I usually roll up my sleeves anyway.

I iron the back. Every shirt has one or two of those creases that need to be iron delicately to create the perfect line. After the back, I do the shoulder. I always find this part to be the hardest. Ironing boards seem to lack the area to do this in one swoop. Tedious.

Last, the collar. Compared to the shoulders, this is child’s play.

Ironing is interesting. When I do it myself, I look at the finished product and I marvel at the changes. This wrinkly badly-placed piece of fabric has been molded to become presentable, smooth, fashionable.

I like to iron my own shirts. When someone else irons them, I can’t help but notice the places they missed, the forgotten areas maybe around the armpit or the difficult parts around the shoulders. But when I iron my own shirt, I see those places, but I’m willing to disregard them.

Sometimes, I have to iron my wrinkle-free dress pants. That process is harder than the shirts.

Then there’s life, which is a whole another story.