This is the never ending tower of ironing. It is never ending. It is so tall it regularly topples over. I do ironing, then I do a load of washing, and then the ironing keeps growing. Is it being the mother of two kids? I'm not sure, I don't ever remember being so behind on my chores before.
And this is what I came home to this afternoon.
Who gets time to sew? Not me, that's for sure!
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