Yes, I Iron My Pillowcases!
Strangely enough, I'm not really anal retentive about organization or cleaning. At least, I'm not some OCD student counselor a la Glee. You won't find me scrubbing my grapes before popping them in my mouth at lunch. Nor will you find me with a tooth brush getting in between all the nooks and crannies of my faucet.
But there's something about pretty much anything I own made out of fabric. I have ironed sheets, napkins, hand towels, paper towels (yeah...I know), and even the ubiquitous ironing of socks. Yes. I have ironed my socks. Now, granted, that's because they were wet and I needed to dry them quickly, but still. I've ironed socks.
Also, before almost anything (pajama pants, tank tops, button up shirts, etc.) gets put into either a closet or drawer it gets ironed. Yep...t-shirts, jeans, the whole 9. I just like pressed clothes. I'm a strange little Rioter.
Tonight I found myself ironing my pillowcases right out of the dryer. I realize I'm about to lay my head right onto them in a bit, but it's the principle. For a few minutes, my bed will look like a picture in a magazine with perfect corners and clean lines. Who knows...maybe if I keep this up long enough I'll be scrubbing grapes soon.
What are your quirks? What little things do you do that, if you said them out loud, might make you sound just a little crazy? Post them up here under the comments section! Celebrate your weirdness and iron your socks!
Love and Lyte,