tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794557113999566160.post3362112249425168849..comments2023-07-18T04:34:56.224-04:00Comments on Premonitions of an Afterthought: Meditation on IroningSunshine Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01772576173095036204noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794557113999566160.post-16709437496498009332012-10-21T23:01:15.484-04:002012-10-21T23:01:15.484-04:00Thanks for reading! :-) I think that there are lot...Thanks for reading! :-) I think that there are lots of us out there (oh we hide in secret- but we're out there!) My sister in law has a "5 minute rule" any mess that can be cleaned up in 5 minutes is acceptable. Oh well- guess that HUGE pile of baby clothes I was sorting and storing for an hour tonight breaks the five minute rule ;-)Sunshine Dreamerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01772576173095036204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794557113999566160.post-48728393814698122152012-10-19T00:00:39.217-04:002012-10-19T00:00:39.217-04:00A pink glow! I'm plotzing!!A pink glow! I'm plotzing!!FrugalFrumFashionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00536531165994680578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794557113999566160.post-54589258610712829172012-10-18T23:59:36.747-04:002012-10-18T23:59:36.747-04:00I love your style! Were you peeking in my window t...I love your style! Were you peeking in my window the other day? Sounds like my house (minus the ironing.)FrugalFrumFashionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00536531165994680578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794557113999566160.post-34206940173216743712012-10-17T10:24:36.877-04:002012-10-17T10:24:36.877-04:00Who has time to iron? It's an oxymoron.
Typi...Who has time to iron? It's an oxymoron. <br /><br />Typical Hungarian male. The men in my family will find fault with anyone who isn't dressed to their standards but don't quite realize the effort that goes into it. I really must stop enabling. <br /><br />Amongst Americans, the Polish and Hungarians unite in their heimishkeit! Princess Leahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17217157534383672867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794557113999566160.post-68834883371757396712012-10-16T19:03:13.658-04:002012-10-16T19:03:13.658-04:00I think the whole "starched=love" thing ...I think the whole "starched=love" thing is really a NY and more specifically- European Heimish thing. (I'm not Hungarian I'm Polish- but lol I married Hungarian) After reading my post, my husband asked "so you're judging all busy mothers who don't have time to iron as not loving their kids?" I answered him in the negative. It was just in my city and in my school- in the confines of that Eastern European culture. Now I live out of town and I certainly don't judge a mother's love based on how ironed her kids look.<br /> But I still feel the need to iron those onesies- because in MY mind this conveys love. Indeed- a labor of love. Sunshine Dreamerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01772576173095036204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794557113999566160.post-90552468292770803402012-10-16T09:54:14.948-04:002012-10-16T09:54:14.948-04:00Well put!
Heck, who likes to clean? Not me. Not ...Well put! <br /><br />Heck, who likes to clean? Not me. Not my mother. Not my grandmother. But it is a necessary evil. And my Babi and my Ma starched and ironed with grim determination so their children would look civilized and cared for, not like "those" tzebrachena children. <br /><br />Just this past yontif Ma was walking in Boro Park and came across a chassidishe girl. "The seams of her stockings were perfectly straight," she sighed. "And her baby! A beautiful pink glow shined from the carriage, everything just right!" <br /><br />Maybe there are a few out there who do it for the love of Lysol. The rest of us do it for what it represents: a LABOR of love. Princess Leahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17217157534383672867noreply@blogger.com