After getting some pleasant news last night, I realized I needed to get my butt in gear and start working on the bag I’m making myself. I’d like it to be usable when I go to Toronto next month. The last prep work I needed to do was cut out and iron on interfacing. So I did that but something seemed a little weird. I saw that I needed to transfer notches from the pattern to the bag so I decided to iron out my lining pieces first. I’m using a heavier linen and so I go to iron one piece and all this water is suddenly all over. I stare at it. I blink. I think, is my iron leaking. Well… I’ll just try to iron it and maybe dry this water up. Press the iron to the fabric. Lift. Stare at it. Look at the iron. Look at the soaked fabric. Hold my hand in front of the plugged in, turned on, had just been used iron. Cold.
Amazing! Now I need to buy a new iron. And so it is with great sadness that I announce the untimely death of my friend, the iron.
I guess I will add to that, part of why this is so distressing is that the iron was really light. Newer irons seem to all be quite heavy and because of some issues, I find them too heavy to manage. I hope I can find a new iron like the one that died, one that’s not heavy and easy for me to hold. So long dear iron, so long.
