An ironing board that drops down and then folds away. Yeeha!
This is exactly the sort of thing that a slob like me needs. I have been known to iron something in March and leave the ironing board sitting up in my room until August. Please do not think I am exaggerating. An unfolded ironing board becomes useful for so many things like a handy surface for piling up dirty clothes, or an excellent support beam for a bedroom fort.
And did you know that on occasion I actually use this ironing board? Me! Mary Darcy! I mean, not very often… and generally only on Sundays when you might catch sight of me standing in front of that large, unadorned window in nothing but my undie-wears, frantically ironing a skirt so that I can arrive to church 15 minutes late. But, you probably won’t ever catch me there in my shame because you are the type of person that is already sitting in church, having arrived 15 minutes early with your children quietly sitting beside you. Which children, incidentally, would probably not ever dream of yelling anything about boobies or candy cane. Or shouting up at the pulpit, “DADDY??! DADDY??! HI DADDY! DADDY, I HAVE BUNNY!! HI, DADDY!!!!!”
I read a phrase in the Epistle of James this week that perfectly sums up Kitty these days. “Superfluity of naughtiness.” Doesn’t that just scream toddler? Well, it screams Kitty, for sure. She is very lucky that none of those traveling child-buying gypsies knocked on Pemberley’s door this week.
She is also very lucky that I find her so cute.