Ironing--what could be more boring?

First of all, I had to say goodbye to these 2 irons.  They EACH had a simultaneous heart attack, or was it a murder-suicide?  Either way,  they have been faithful to me, through many laundry piles.  The one on the left was a purchase of about 15 years ago--a high end stainless steel.  The other guy was a freebie for helping a neighbor clean up her stuff.  (She realized that she had 2 irons or that she had no intention of ever using one--can't remember now!)  

rest in peace, faithful ones...

And then.... Dah dah daaaaaaaahhhhhhh... a new iron has 

graced our home!  It really is as snazzy as it looks.  Yes, I just waltzed in, picked out the most expensive iron and bought it.  How economical of me, right?  Well, considering that was the way I did it last time, AND despite many moves, drops, kids, crafts and all, it still lasted 15 years.  So, here we go again.  

Now I felt obliged to actually use it, not just stare at it-- although it is pretty.  So, I did exactly what my MOTHER told me to do: set the timer.  She says: one hour of ironing  is enough, so that is it.  

This is exactly what one hour of ironing looks like:

There are 14 shirts there.  Not too bad for 1 hour.  

Unfortunately, I have about 2.45 hours left to conquer the whole pile.  Maybe I need a movie?