Not Ironing

I’m changing sheets in the guest bedroom.  We have a weekend guest.  And I’ll change them again for next weekend… and the next guests.

They’re cotton sheets, and they’re wrinkly.  I’m washing the pillowcases just hours before our guest arrives so they’ll smell oh-so-fresh… but I’m not ironing.

After all, we’ve got graduation ceremonies to attend tonight, a baby shower brunch in the morning, a graduation party tomorrow afternoon.  I’ve got to make sure all the napkins and plates and decorations are ready to roll.  There is no time for ironing sheets, obviously!

Well, Nana would have ironed them.  Very familiar scenes in my mind are of both my grandmothers, in their kitchens, ironing away.  And they were busy women!

Whatever it is that you do to make a guest feel welcomed… and for all of you dear people in my life who have welcomed me into your homes with special little touches that show you were preparing for my arrival… THANK YOU!

Okay, time to go put some bottled water in the guest bath.  But still… I’m not ironing.


6 Responses to “Not Ironing”

  1. Lori says:

    You are great at making guests feel welcome and comfortable in your home. (Even if you don’t iron sheets! We all have our limits!) Thanks for all the times you’ve made me feel welcome!

  2. Marcea Clive says:

    Sandy, give them a cup of your great coffee and they won’t even think about sheets.

  3. Sandy says:

    My sister-in-law will be quite content with the good cup o’ joe!

    So much fun to have company!!

  4. Kim says:

    Hey – Even Martha Stewart would feel great as a guest at your place!! 🙂

  5. Sandy says:

    Kim… that’s some pretty high praise! I’ll try to keep that from going to my head!

  6. Cheryl says:

    HAHA…I haven’t been able to get to my iron in 2 years. And there have been times that I needed it. I used to iron almost everything (not sheets!) including all of Brie’s play clothes. When Brie was little I would stay up until 1 or 2 in the morning finishing my ironing. It always gave me such a feeling of accomplishment seeing the rows of crisp shirts, dresses and slacks hanging from the door facing! Growing up we had to iron pillow cases, handkerchiefs and Daddy’s boxers…but never sheets! One day I AM going to come enjoy your hospitality, but please DON’T IRON THE SHEETS!!

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