Smooth rayon/poly blend.
Thick, stubborn duck.
Stretch cotton. Ugh.
There’s something about just feeling the smoothness of the fabric under your fingers, seeing the wrinkles magically disappear, sensing the steam rush towards your face and smelling the warm fabric.
Ironing: it’s such a simple household task, but one filled with a hundred small sensations.
Just one question for you, summer bum [and we know who we are–you have a favorite youtube channel, binge watched/read something after finishing and have probably spent more than 2 consecutive hours in front of a screen, both of which I am guilty, by the way]: did you feel anything today? There are a dozen better reasons I could give for getting off the couch [please God, serve others, accomplish something, don’t waste your life…], but today this was the one that struck me.
I walked both paths today–laziness and industry. The hour I sat and watched youtube had nothing on cooking supper, ironing, weeding, cleaning up. The pressure of my knife on crisp carrots, the slightly raw feeling on my hands after wrenching grass out of the garden, the slippery warmth of dish water. That… or sitting in front of my laptop. It was fun. But not satisfying.
Tomorrow, do something. Please. For your own sake, if nothing else. You’re missing out.