The title is seriously something that came out of my sweet hub's mouth as a reason why friends couldn't come over for drinks after dinner out when we first met. It has stuck with us for a year and half - which is wild - it feels like we've all been best friends forever...huh...anyhow.
Our ironing board was disgusting. Years of burnt starch, fused interfacing, and probably a spilled diet coke or two. But somehow, I could never stomach paying $15 for a new shiny cover... Funny how I pick and choose what's worth the money. Though, it WAS probably worth it...
But to Sam's surprise and hopefully delight, I whipped this brand new one up for him the other evening. Afterall, he irons everyday, so he's the one who has to look at the grossness and pray that it doesn't end up all other his Brooks Brothers shirt.
And, wow, was it easy. I ironed the old cover, laid it on top of the new fabric, cut around about an extra 1/2", folded over and pressed a casing, sewed the casing shut except for a couple inches, and then threaded elastic cord into the casing, tied it in a knot, and put it on the board. Should've done this years ago!!!!