Behind every great man there is always a great woman.
We'll see. Meanwhile, waiting to become a great man, the shirts me the board alone. Only
shirts. The rest use it wrinkled, so that I'm really denied ironing. Sometimes I do tenderness alone. I look in the mirror and I look like a bum clean. A homeless man wearing a clean shirt with very deep creases. Yes
That's one of my specialties in the ironing: so indelibly fix the creasing. It seems embroidered. Branded. In fact, when
board, for me are two possible cases.
The first is the aforementioned folds in a fire. Beyond me. I spread the shirt carefully on the board. He stroked her gently to straighten it. The step above the iron, and magically blooms in its wake a permanent crease. It 'an incredible and inexplicable phenomenon for me. The first few times I watched amazed at the plate of the iron to search for what generated the folds. Now I have resigned: awaiting the day when a fashion designer is launching the wrinkles etched into focus. I'll look great! I'll be the best.
The second possible case is the ironing time. In practice, the shirt is perfect and smooth. But the effect lasts a quarter of an hour. Then the fabric takes the original creasing. I think I should give a bit 'of my shirts to researchers as part of shape memory materials.
What shape memory material do you want? Let me look, I give him a shot of iron and voila!
Improving the ironing for me is impossible, despite my efforts, and the many attempts, not better. Sometimes those fascinated
fixed stretch. I try to learn their secrets. Boh. Not working. With me the same things just do not work.
At first I thought it was a problem of quality iron. Then I suspect the axis. Now beginning to seriously suspect the world of fashion designers. What are they waiting to launch shirts with folds in a fire?!
