There are some days when everything is done and dusted and I
sit on my favourite chair and twiddle my fingers, wondering what to do next.
Well just the other day, I was in that frame of mind when I
suddenly had the brainwave to weigh the iron.
Yes, the same iron that is used to press out the creases in
clean clothes.
According to an ergonomic study of muscular fatigue during
ironing clothes with selected irons carried out by P. Aujla, P. Sandhu and R.
Kaur, (2008) it was found that ironing clothes with a light weight iron causes
minimum stress to the body. In contrast the heavy weight iron is most taxing to
the human body.
So I took the bathroom scales and put the steam iron on it.
The scales had no reading and I thought the iron must be too light to register
a reading.
Undaunted, I climbed on a chair to retrieve the kitchen scales in
the top cabinet. (The beloved was watching me but he said nothing. Clever move
in order to live a quiet life, I thought.)
It was a eureka moment when the iron weighed a hefty 1.8 kg. I had finally found the reason for my sore
right arm.
Like many things in life, I have inherited the iron by
default.
This brings to mind the presents that I have received and
the heirlooms that are in my safekeeping. There are some presents that I adore
but there are so many others that are unused and simply kept, sometimes even in
their original packaging, in the cupboard.
Truth be told, taste is a very individual thing.
I know of people who choose presents for others with great
care and many who do not. To me, handmade presents are the most meaningful and
I appreciate the time and effort that go into making them. Having said that,
others might prefer store bought ones and may dismiss handmade ones as
cheapskate.
The things we leave behind for another generation are the
things that we hold dear.
That bracelet that belonged to my mother is still preciously
wrapped in cotton wool for sentimental reasons. There are antique road shows
where people bring their heirlooms to be valued. Most times, even when offered
a high price, the owner of the treasured object would rather not sell it. However,
not everyone appreciates what is left to him with the exception of hard cold
cash.
One of my friends inherited a taxidermied moose’s head and
every time she moved house she had to carry that moose’s head with her. It had
become burdensome.
I have heard often enough that jewellery should be left to
daughters and not to sons, the reason being the daughters would surely mind the
family treasures. I don’t know to what extent that is true. I remember my
mother giving some of her gold pieces to her daughters-in-law. I wonder whether
they are still kept by the daughters-in-law or they have been sold. To me
material things are literally things that are temporal. It doesn’t matter
whether they are kept or sold. I would prefer to leave behind a legacy - a life
that is remembered with fondness.
So I went to the electrical shop and got one nifty iron that
had all the necessary functions but weighed 1.4 kg. I reasoned that a
difference of 400 grammes will surely matter in the long run. It was perfect
for my Asian muscles and bones. Besides that the baby blue colour was really
appealing.
There is an Irish writer who said that every man must have
his own dishwasher as he did not agree to how his wife practically left no
empty space in it whenever she switched it on.
As for me, every woman must have her own iron and having
said that, any other thing that she fancies, if money is not a problem.
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