Day Fifteen - Learning to iron (minimalist wardrobe basics)

Not everything is like riding a bike.  How you just get back on and pedal as if years haven't passed.  Today I broke out my long forgotten clothing iron and teeny tiny completely impractical ironing board.  I am embarrassed to admit that I was sending garments to be dry cleaned simply because they were wrinkled.  I didn't want to ruin items by washing them myself.  I thought it would extend the life of each garment and also justified all of the above by telling myself that my time was worth more.  I would spend my clothing maintenance time doing things that brought me joy or earning.  I pretty much ignored the bills.  I recently looked.  About $20 per shirt.

So maybe after all the experimenting it will be worth that amount to send my clothes to dry cleaning. But right now I noticed that I am not actually spending extra time on things that bring joy like I said I would.  And there was a zen flow state to ironing and caring for my clothing...  

For now I am spending my time caring for my wardrobe.  Carefully cleaning and mending and de-dog hairing and steaming and ironing and while I am doing that, thinking.  Just being in my own mind letting my thoughts play out.  Because right now it seems obvious that I need that.

I have had trouble sleeping for some time now. Different reasons every night.  Lately it is good old-fashioned nightmares.  The ones where scenarios from the same day play out again and again in a terrible horror reel of anxiety.  Or I am stuck in high school and don't know where to find my classes and I will definitely get in trouble.  Ridiculous dreams of overwhelm and stress just playing out the things I haven't processed during the day.

So I am going to try ironing.  And trying to blog in the morning instead of again, night.