I have a confession to make: I don’t iron.
Recently, DudeDad forgot to take his work shirts to the cleaners and in a moment of desperation he decided to wash and iron them himself (which is insane because do people even iron anymore?).
To make his job easier, he asked me to pick up some spray starch at Target when I went to get a break from all of this together time we’ve been having over the holidays get some dog food on New Year’s Eve.
Only, when I got there, I couldn’t find it. Or even remember what it was called…
Me: Excuse me. Ummm, I’m looking for that stuff people use for ironing.
Target Dude: blink blink
Me: You know, it’s a spray, in like a can. Psssshhh (makes sound effect and motion of spraying from a can). Like Raid. Only it’s for making your clothes hard.
Target Dude: uhhhh
Me: Just can you tell me where all of your ironing accessories are?
Target Dude: Next aisle.
Me: *grumble grumble* Thanks.
Only, no make-your-clothing-hard-with-a-can there either.
So I text DudeDad…
Me: What did you want me to pick up for you?
DD: Uh, deodorant?
Me: No, the other thing.
DD: Oh, um, sunflower seeds?
Me: Ugh, noooo, for your clothes…
DD: OH! Spray starch?!
Runs back around corner to Target guy…
Me: SPRAY STARCH! Do you have any spray starch?
Target Dude: No.
Me: kicks air like a two year old.
And, after some retail therapy, I went home to use this discovery to prove my earlier point that, clearly, no one irons at home anymore. And, in the future, he should plan better and take his shirts to the cleaner like a normal person!
Not one to be deterred, DudeDad went to set up his ironing-clothes-workstation anyway.
DD: WHERE IS THE IRON (yelling up the basement stairs).
DD: Seriously. Where is it?
DD: comes up stairs, stares at my cackling face.
Me: I donated it. I totally just remembered.
DD: Blink, blink.
So yeah, he wore a polo shirt under his sweater Monday and I went out and got him a new shirt for tomorrow (thank you holiday leftovers sales) while we wait for the cleaners to get his work shirts back to us on a rush job.
I never said I excelled at this domestic living venture.
That’s why I appreciate products that make life easier and less expensive in this regard.
Personally, I gave up on owning dry clean only items following the whole What NOT to Wear thing. They purchased me a few items that I literally only wore a handful of times because then they had to go to the cleaners to get my lady funk off of them.
And then they sat in a bag by my door waiting to be delivered there for two seasons. And then, when they finally made their way to the cleaners and the lady gave me the receipt saying I’d need SEVENTY FIVE AMERICAN DOLLARS to get all of them out, they stayed there for another six weeks until someone called my phone and left a message saying they were going to be donated to Goodwill if I didn’t come back and get them by Friday.
Jeez, so hostile.
And consuming of time I just don’t even have.
And too small now anyway because UGH SO MANY COOKIES DURING CHRISTMAS.
This is why Dryel is one of those things that just makes sense when it comes to trying to simplify your life.
Dryel is a three step, at home dry cleaning process.
Just pre-treat, put in provided bag with the cleansing cloth, and dry in your dryer. Then, remove your items immediately and hang. The whole process takes you about 45 minutes (30 of those are just the dryer doing its thing) saving you both time and money over a commercial option.
Less time wasted, more money saved, don’t have to even put on a bra to make it happen. Mom game=simplified.
Plus, depending on how you feel about wrinkles (I’m okay with a basic amount of them), and how quickly you remove your items from the dryer and hang them, you might not even really need to iron your clothing afterwards.
Because I don’t own an iron.
*Disclosure: I am a Dryel brand ambassador and received compensation and product in order to facilitate this post.