My husband use to wear white shirts to work many years ago. One day I spent most of the day ironing those darn white shirts got all done but two of them. The next day my husband wanted of the the shirts that I didn't iron and got mad that it wasn't ironed. Told him that if he wanted that one to iron it himself and then told him he could start ironing all of them. Guess who took them to someone who did ironing in her home and had to pay her to do it. Never ironed a white shirt after that day.