It all started with a simple request. I asked my husband to help me put away the freshly washed laundry, and as I reached for the iron, he looked at me as if I’d just suggested we start churning our own butter. « You’re exaggerating! » he laughed. « Nobody irons bed sheets anymore. It’s 2026—we have ‘anti-crease’ sprays and ‘permanent iron’ cycles for a reason! »
He’s not alone in thinking this way. In our modern, all-convenient world, the idea of standing in front of a hot iron to smooth out a king-size
