Originally Posted by
grannie cheechee
I sprinkled a shirt, put it in the vegetable bin to do it after I cooked dinner. I forgot, and the shirt was ruin by mildew. Never did that again. lol
that brings back the memory of my mother. She didn’t like to iron so would sprinkle the clothes and put them in an old fridge in the basement and when they mildewed she would throw them away. We were not rich. I learned to iron when I was about 10 and did the ironing. I still have a scar on my finger from when my brother bumped the ironing board and the iron fell on my finger. I still don’t mind ironing when the occasion arises.