29 October 2006
My Rowenta iron died last night. I have never really worn out an iron before this. Oh sure, I've killed them by knocking them onto the floor, but this is a first.
I didn't realize how attached I was to this iron until I put it on the floor by the back door. This is the last stop before the garbage can. It looked so forlorn!
This iron and I have a history. CarGuy got this for me as a birthday present about 20? years ago. I dunno, it was a long time ago. I loved it. It had the weight that would press a seam open just so. There were two button: one for a spray of water and (I loved this!) one for an extra shot of steam. In our low humidity area, this is needed. A nice feature: the water reservoir was removable. What was not so nice was when it started to piddle water all over the ironing board. I let the reservoir dry out and just used it as a dry iron. We were pals for several more years. Until last night when I plugged it in and turned it on. The little red light came on, but it never got hot.
Goodbye old friend. I'll miss you.