There are few things as satisfying as a stack of ironed and folded laundry sitting in a crisp stack, ready to be put away. I know ironing is not high on anyone's list of domestic chores, in fact, I don't know many people who iron at all.
This makes sense, as so many articles of clothing no longer require ironing; "permanent press," "no press," "no-wrinkle," "wrinkle free," "quick dry" are desireable when purchasing clothing and linens, because, well, who has time for ironing?
Ironing has long been associated with the drudgery of housekeeping, and rightfully so. Before the invention of the electric iron, smoothing clothes meant a full day's work. And though the electric iron was intended to make the work easier, the process of ironing clothes continued to be an arduous task.
I do iron, and confess, I enjoy it. I don't dedicate hours to the task, but it is something I do several times a month; touching up pillowcases, napkins, and tablecloths is easy to do, and I find it satisfying. I cherish the color, texture, and quality of textiles, and enjoy caring for the ones I have.
Ironing certainly isn't a French thing, or even a European thing. Perhaps, like line drying clothes, ironing may be one of those chores that remind us of a gentler time.