Extreme Ironing

Extreme ironing is “the latest danger sport that combines the thrills of an extreme outdoor activity with the satisfaction of a well-pressed shirt.”

Lacking the adventurous outdoor skills typical of Extreme Ironing, I adopted my own take on the art form… a gentler, more urban take.  I took it on the road… to cornfields, rivers and abandoned buildings.  It was sublime.  It was absurd.  It was magnificent.

I painted my iron gold, and carried it like a trophy.  I kept both my board and iron in the car, should I become compelled.  It was really a solitary practice… but also one that required some photographic documentation.

Nobody seemed to mind, that I ironed in the produce section.  I was never questioned, never approached.  Perhaps I was so at peace, that I blended into the scene… that I belonged.

I don’t quite remember how it all started, or how it was put to rest.  I was a young woman, iron in hand, gently swaying… perhaps a bit lonely, a bit manic, or both.



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One thought on “Extreme Ironing

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    Love the extreme ironing.


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