Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.
I’ll be waiting; all that’s left to do is run.
You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess,
It’s a love story, baby, just say, “Yes.”
I have a confession to make.
I have a new love interest.
I wish I could say it wasn’t so; that I had stayed faithful to the one who had stood next to me through thick and thin, the one who I had spent hours upon hours with, joyously cherishing the moments, and occasionally pushing through the difficult times. I would have never have thought this day would come. I thought it would only be death that separated us, but alas, my heart has been captured by another.
What can I say, it was love at first sight.
I was smitten and could not control myself.
Somethings are just meant to be.
I loved my old iron; she was good to me. Nothing flash or spectacular; she wouldn’t win any awards probably, and didn’t have that automatic off feature that would allow me to sleep easily at night, but she was lovely. Reliable and dependable, with a great figure and the perfect weight. We had some good times together.
And yes, I do mean good times.
I, Essentially Jess, fall into that probable .2%* of the population that actually enjoys ironing. I find it therapeutic, and relaxing. The art of taking something crinkled and messy, and lovingly pressing it until it is once again an object of beauty, (and by beauty I mean perfect smoothness), is nothing short of wondrous in my opinion.
Plus the task of ironing also allows me to watch TV relatively uninterrupted for a little while without feeling like I should be doing something else, and you really can’t put a price on that.
And I did it all with my economical, hard-working precious iron of a woman. We had it all.
But little did I know, that so much was about to change. My world was about to be turned upside down.
He was coming.
A new iron.
A new love.
My new Romeo.
I knew from the moment that I saw him, that I was on the verge of an ironing revolution; that I was about to experience something I had never experienced before.
Some might say it was extreme steam power; I just call it instant chemistry.
I excitedly unpacked the box, and set him up with pride of place, cherishing the owner’s manual like a much-loved book. (I’m serious here. This is no exaggeration.) Then, I did what any self-respecting woman should do; I sadly broke up with my old iron. ‘It’s not you, it’s me,’ I told her. “I’ve found someone new. I’m sorry, but this is just not going to work out.”
To her credit she took it really well, and has been sitting contentedly in the store-room ever since.
But Romeo; there has been no quiet relegation to the back seat of the closet, or my mind for that matter. We have engaged in a spirited love affair, tackling the mountains and mountains of folding that threaten to take over my lounge room. Together we conquer the mess and then marvel at the beauty that is ironed laundry together.
It’s like living in a dream. Or, more accurately, a fairytale.
So great is my love for Romeo, that I hate to be apart from him too long, and that’s not just because the clean clothes piles accumulate, or the kids run out of school uniforms. It’s because he is such good company.
He does what he is told, sits quietly, and just enjoys being with me.
I’ve taken him to all the important places of my life, sharing him with everyone I know. Like any new mistress in love, I cannot help but sing his praises.
At playgroup, at work, in the shopping centre. I was even creating a different type of convert at church on Sunday.
Alas, there has been one dark cloud settle over our relationship. Whilst Boatman begrudgingly comments his giant water take, automatic off feature, his speed and efficiency, and the fact that he makes it virtually impossible for anyone to burn clothes, he is slightly jealous. He even going so far to say that he would not sit with me in church if Romeo was there.
It was a tough choice, but I complied and chose Boatman. Romeo may be able to create up to 5 bars of steam pressure for a serious amount of time, but he still can’t compare with Boatman’s steam pressure. 😉 Just saying.
Having said that, whilst Boatman of course remains the love of my life, Romeo, aka Philips PerfectCare Aqua, has definitely change my life in so many wonderful ways and at the end of the day, I wouldn’t be without him.
*not a real statistic
** I was gifted a Philips PerfectCare Aqua for the purpose of review. All opinions are my own. My love for him is completely genuine. And yes, I actually did take my iron shopping.
Are you an ironing tragic like me? Would you love to meet my Romeo? 🙂