I woke up late and immediately started thinking about what I would wear to work. I really need to go shopping because my wardrobe is out-of-date and not weather appropriate but that's another topic for another day. I decided on a gray straight cut skirt with buttons down the front of it. I also chose one of my favorite company shirts that has a combination of white, pink and gray vertical stripes. Add my gray fleece lined tights and I was ready to go, except I wasn't, the shirt needed a little ironing.
I set up the ironing board, filled the iron with water and commenced with ironing the shirt. I intently tried to iron out every visible wrinkle I saw and that's when it happened. I suddenly found myself leaning backwards so I put down the iron and felt behind me a firm spot to sit down on my bed. For a moment I thought I was possibly dying (I don't get dizzy like that often), I always think the worse case scenario; I'm way dramatic like that.
So as I sat on the bed I took a look around the room and gauged my feelings, taking close note of my heart rate and breathing. Nothing seemed to be wrong with my vision and soon the feeling of dizziness passed. I looked at the iron and the shirt and chuckled to myself.
I had been flipping, tossing and running the iron back and forth across the shirt so fast that I gave myself a case of vertigo. I told myself to slow down and assured myself that I would still get to work in time wrinkled shirt or not. Surprisingly, even with that little setback I made it to work with 15 minutes to spare and no, I wasn't speeding. I actually did the speed limit the whole trip.
But the relationship I now have with my iron and striped apparel has changed. Respect the stripes people. Take it easy when ironing.