One of my favorite “Everybody Loves Raymond” is an episode where Raymond’s mom, Marie and her hubby, Frank, have the following dialogue:
Marie: “Don’t you tell me to be quiet! I have a mind of my own you know! I can contribute! I’m not just some… trophy wife!”
Frank: “You’re a trophy wife? What contest in hell did I win?”
Makes me laugh every time I think of it.
Which doesn’t really have anything to do with my post, other than the fact that I am so clearly NOT a trophy anything. If I were, I wouldn’t have spent my day turning this (anyone notice the sewing machine in the back taunting me?!)
into
Twenty-one shirts if anyone is counting (and I do so I make sure to get credit for it!).
It’s not like anyone made me iron our shirts. I actually, in a moment of sheer and utter stupidity, volunteered to do it. I like the process. No really. I do. But man, when you both wear almost nothing but cotton, button-up shirts, it becomes a bit much. And then when I don’t keep up, it becomes a mountain as pictured above.
Guess what task I’m giving up when we have kids? 
Speaking of kids, look at this for a while. A former student and her 5-month old daughter, Lily.
August 13, 2007 at 4:53 am
Hi Frank! I think it’s a back-to-school thing. I’ve spent the last three weeks cleaning out closets and washing anything we’ve worn in the last year. Bonus points for you for ironing, though. I’ve heard of that somewhere, maybe someday I’ll give it a try.
August 13, 2007 at 5:53 am
I’m impressed by your ironing skills and your fortitude…that’s a lotta shirts! I think I can even tell which are yours!
I tried ironing once and didn’t like it.
Now it only gets done on an “as needed basis.”
I did notice the sewing machine in the background, I’m sure it’s jealous of the time you spend with the iron! Hope you can pay it some attention in the near future.
And Lily is one adorable little munchkin!
August 13, 2007 at 7:01 am
So sweet my teeth hurt.
I love the look of freshly pressed cotton shirts. It’s like a clothing catalog. That being said, if it needs ironed, it does not come in my house. (Exceptions are made for quilting fabrics, of course.) I have too much fun stuff waiting to be done to actually iron a piece of clothing. I like to think of my wrinkly clothes as a fashion statement.
August 13, 2007 at 7:32 am
Beautiful ironing job Frank! Did you measure the spaces between the hangers? If not, you have a really good eye. I’m impressed. And I thought I was the only one who would waste a whole day or two straightening up the closets that nobody sees anyway.
August 13, 2007 at 7:37 am
Where did you get a Yellow Submarine shirt? I gave up ironing when Downy came out with the magic “wrinkle releaser.”
August 13, 2007 at 8:21 am
Oh, gee, that reminds me of the pile of unironed shirts I have waiting for me. It’s all my own fault–I love cotten shirts! But it can get overwhelming if I don’t keep up.
Do you use spray starch at all, or just iron the heck out of them? I prefer no starch myself.
August 13, 2007 at 8:22 am
Aw, Frank… if you were the prize, I’d enter the contest.
August 13, 2007 at 9:29 pm
Frankie-poo, to me you’re the biggest and shiniest trophy on the shelf
August 14, 2007 at 9:56 am
Sweet picture!
I love that Raymond Line!
Um, I HATE IRONING! I hate ironing so much that I made up a song about it which I sing everytime I have to iron something.
August 14, 2007 at 6:12 pm
Ten minutes in the dryer with a damp towel is all the ironing this Princess does! I admire you!
September 1, 2007 at 11:16 pm
Hel-loooo, dry cleaners anyone??? Egads, I HATE ironing!!!
September 12, 2007 at 11:37 pm
The first time I read this I thought the 1st picture was a pile of fabric and you MADE all those shirts! I nearly fell out of my chair!