Oh the Ruffles- Oh the Iron!

There is a dress that I have been working on this week....Beautiful silk ruffles, upon ruffles, upon ruffles!!!  I love it and can't wait to share it with you... all in due time!

 I needed a break from all of the basting and pulling and ironing, so I thought I would sit and write and confess... ironing is one of my least favorite things to do.  Sadly (for me), it is equally, if not MORE important, when making a garment, as sewing is.

I come from a long line of seamstresses, both professional and amateurs, so my history with the iron is a long one.  It is quite probable that I cut my teeth on an ironing board.

 My earliest memories of the independently ironing is at age 5.  Family of 6, with 4 kids, we learned early!  On the second floor we had a spare room, generally referred to as the "Ironing Room".  There, all of the clothes that needed pressing gathered.  Once a week, my older sister and I would sort, steam and starch.  Tedious, but I suppose I should be thankful that I mastered the skill early in life, as the task has been a necessity for my whole career in fashion.

So today, as I iron my ruffles... I will do my best to smile and think of my big sis in the Ironing Room~  Back to the board I go!