Quotes About Ironing

The only time I ever enjoyed ironing was the day I accidentally got gin in the steam iron.

Dear wife, I'm sorry that I am mysteriously incapable of folding clean laundry, but I iron, oh, I iron. Sweetheart, I'll make your white shirt so crisp and sharp that it will split atoms as you walk.

You'll be surprised at the number of table mats, napkins, curtains, and sport things that have to be ironed, even with only two in the household….

Time passes and the pain begins to roll in and out as though it's a woman standing at an ironing board, passing the iron back and forth, back and forth across a white tablecloth.

I like listening to books as well, as that way you can iron at the same time.

Young women in Cameroon have their breasts "ironed"—beaten or massaged by a wooden pestle or a heated coconut shell—to make them less sexually tempting.

A kitchen without an ironing board? Are you kidding? It's un-American. It's like Simon without Garfunkel.

I don't mind ironing at all. There's a special satisfaction in making wrinkled things smooth.

I buried a lot of my ironing in the back yard.

Also, I used to think that one day I might get someone to iron my shirts, but the truth is I really like doing them myself.

A shirt look good when you iron it but if you iron too much, it gonna get burned.

I don't iron anything. Never have and never will.

I am not exactly Mrs. Good Housekeeping, although I love to cook, bake, even iron, but only because it's not mandatory.

I don't use a lint brush or anything, and I don't iron, but I could easily pick lint off of someone else.

What kind of woman irons her husband's sheets? Even the clothes I wear, I just throw 'em in the dryer with some golf balls.

I was the first person to export Teflon-coated ironing board covers to Japan.

When my dad needed a shirt ironed, he would yell downstairs to my mother, who would drop everything and iron his shirt.

I don't even like sitting in a taxi or on the tube when I've got a nicely ironed shirt on - I can feel the creases starting. I was taught to iron in the children's home I lived in - along with mopping, sweeping, and washing up. If you iron a shirt in order - collar, cuffs, yoke, sleeves and then body - it comes out all neat and gorgeous.

Ironing boards are a classic example of something I find horrible about modern society: the excitementation, for want of a better word, of mundane things.

I find it soothing to take something wrinkled and make it smooth. It feels anticipatory. It's what I do before a celebration. And nobody bothers me when I'm ironing.

Too often in ironing out trouble someone gets scorched.

I enjoy doing housework, ironing, washing, cooking, dishwashing. Whenever I get one of those questionaires and they ask what is your profession, I always put down housewife. It's an admirable profession, why apologize for it. You aren't stupid because you're a housewife. When you're stirring the jam you can read Shakespeare.

I enjoy doing housework, ironing, washing, cooking, dishwashing. Whenever I get one of those questionnaires and they ask what is your profession, I always put down housewife. It's an admirable profession, why apologize for it. You aren't stupid because you're a housewife. When you're stirring the jam you can read Shakespeare.

A Polish man had a bandage on each ear. What happened? "I was ironing, and the phone rang!" "What about the other ear?" "Had to call the doctor!"