Sini TuuliaToday, regrettably, I must do none quilting except to maybe rest a little bit, as I have two mountains of ironing to go through. If nothing else I have to rearrange them like a textile-based game of Tetris to fit any of it anywhere, since there's probably like five machine-fulls of it just languishing on that little bin there, and the cats have already knocked it over once and it doesn't need to happen again!
Earlier today, mother: "Ha, that's a lot of ironing. Too bad Karvinen won't fit on top of that..."
Musti, a moment ago: "Bitch, watch me."
The phone camera automation did weird things to the photos, but. You can perceive the cat, job accomplished I guess.
I swear, when my brain is co-operating and I can easily do a bunch of something and even enjoy it, then it's my body surprising me with a tension headache because apparently my neck is just busted. Am annoyed!
Let's see if some stretching and sitting down helps me continue with the ironing.
Laundry Mountain has been reduced to one full and one mostly full bin, no tote bags. Ironing Mountain, however, is roughly three times as high as is supposed to fit into the ironing bin.
I suppose I should put on a podcast or something and get to it, iron at least a couple of things before the cats knock it all on the floor. đś
If you've ever wondered how long it takes a very accomplished ironer to iron a simple Late Victorian petticoat... Well, it's about 20 minutes per petticoat. You only need to do it occasionally, to keep all the tucks and flounces neat, and one indoors petticoat wears comfortably for a month at least between washes unless something occurs to it. But still. 20 minutes, not for the faint of heart!
I could really do really quite a lot of ironing today. Washed the nice linen drop skirt I wore for probably weeks, ideally would iron that and a big petticoat, and there's the whole previously quite full ironing basket... But I'm still a bit tired and Karvinen settled onto my lap right in the middle of the previous sentence, so I guess I'll just be sitting here for a little longer!
Oh, and for a brief gleaming moment in a disarranged universe... The ironing basket was empty! All the ironing, done!
Of course there's now two machines worth of more things to iron drying, waiting to go into the basket tomorrow. But for a hot second there, all of it, done. 
I have ironed exactly one ridiculously elaborate lace decorated petticoat, and exactly one slightly elaborate linen shirt. And now I need to sit down and recuperate, the former took a lot longer than the latter!
Am doing a pile of ironing, to make room for more laundry to dry the white linen bedsheet mother found for me on sale, so I can draw the pattern for the soutache on it, so I can get started on the design and sewing of it on the herringbone linen skirt... A real point and click ass sequence, as is usual.
In any case, my little bin of big scraps and leftovers of fabric to work with is full and I should make something sensible out of that. Meanwhile, the ironing.
Ladies, gentlemen and others, allies and comrades! I'm about to attempt to do some ironing and it is taking me much willpower to do so! The tiniest applause, please! đ