So, being the kind of girl who hasn't ironed a piece of clothing (let alone a borrowed shirt of beautiful washed-out very creased denim) since before I left school, I had to ask my poor mother how to use her bizarre new contraption that is called something unpronounceable and seems to breath steam and smoke when you press the on button.
My little sister found the entire conversation hilarious.
My little sister found the entire conversation hilarious.
