My iron keeps trying to break up with me. I’ve been reading a lot about irons on the blogs these days. Stephanie got a new one. Kathy did too. I just can’t give mine up. It’s about 15 years old. These days, sometimes it will heat up. More often, it won’t. I’m probably going to get electrocuted playing around with the plug and the outlet. I am hopelessly attached to my Rowenta. It breaks my heart just a little to read the reviews of the new Rowentas being so leaky. I’m so brand-loyal that I’d rather wait out this slow death than buy a different brand until I have to.
And auto shut-off is a deal breaker for me.
So, now, I keep two irons out. The Rowenta has pride of place unless it won’t heat up. If it won’t heat up, the trusty travel iron is called up. Of course, I’m trying not to fry the travel iron because it is very special too–ya know, it can be hard to find one with a pointy tip for prepping applique shapes. Do you think I’ve become too inflexible in my tool choices??? Oh well, I never thought I could be so happy when I see the little orange light on the Rowenta light up. One ought to just be able to take that for granted.
I am enjoying how crisply batiks iron up. Batiks know how to act when heat is applied. Oh, you want me to go that way? No problem, at your service. No fighting with batik seams, by golly! All of the triangle rows of the Heaven and Earth quilt are CRISPLY together and I auditioned some “filler” fabrics:
I don’t like either of those fillers. Since I’ll be spending, oh, seven hours at a quilt store today, I might have the opportunity to find some other options.