Last week I sat with the measuring tape, and spent a couple of days measuring and cutting 6 double width table runners and 48 chair covers. Now, this do (Aussie slang for an event or party) is not by any means a posh affair, it's actually going to be very laid back and casual, but that doesn't mean it has to look ugly. And trust me, the chairs at this place are UGLY. Think 70's, plastic, stackable and ORANGE. I hate orange. Orange is my favourite colour to hate. Hence the need for 48 hessian chair covers.
Anyway... So tonight, I decided that the covers, and tomorrow the runners, need to be ironed so that I can sew around the edge to stop them from unraveling.
It is at this point, that anyone AT ALL who knows me and is reading this, is choking with laughter and is in absolute disbelief, because they know I think of irons as quirky little knick knacks to be used in home decor. BFF actually offered to lend me her ironing press, she said it was to make the chore easier for me, but I reckon she doesn't think I know how to work an iron. I am a little rusty...
|Proper use of an ironing board.|
So there I am, at the ironing board, mounds of perfectly-clean-but-still-smelling-like-potato-sacks-and-dirt hessian piled up in front of me and a steaming hot iron in my sweaty little hand. Let me at it!
It all started well enough, I was going great guns, then all of the sudden, about 3 pieces into the bundle, I started getting aches in my back, and in between my shoulder blades. Standing in the one place, in the same position, was straining my back muscles. Bugger. Can't stop. Must soldier on. For the sake of aesthetically pleasing chairs...
Well by the time I had finished over an hour later, I had discovered that sadly and very much to my dismay, ironing is actually a great exercise for strengthening your core! Who'd have thunk it eh? I actually developed quite a nice technique too, just sayin'.
Having measured myself and discovering that I am almost 20 inches thick from front to back, and my reach being about the same, you can imagine what sort of picture I present when trying to iron.
- Ironing board up and ready to go? Check.
- Iron plugged in, filled up and hot? Check.
- Mounds of hessian ready for ironing? Check.
- Assumed the position? Che--- wait, WHAT?
Let me walk you through it. Stand at your imaginary ironing board, now move back so you are about an arms length away, now lean forward so your bum sticks out the back - don't move your feet though, and let your boobs dangle in the front. Now grab your imaginary iron, and proceed to fake iron your pretend clothes, whilst avoiding your boobs...
You'll find that you're standing in a quite awkward position which tends to put strain on your lower back, and when you add the 100kg+ extra that I'm carrying, the strain becomes almost intolerable. But what I found tonight is that by pulling in your belly button, working your core Madam Lash taught me that, it takes a lot of the strain off your back. By the time I had finished I was sweating up a storm, and it wasn't even hot!