My trusty iron gave up the ghost. The iron is dead, the iron is dead. Long live the pink iron.
Oooh. It has lots of nifty gadgets including a one button cord return. But the boy thinks I bought it because it was pink.
Does that sound like something I would do?!
And yes, Q. This post is about an iron, unredeemed by any nekkid boobie reflections in the steel.
Not to be mistaken for Nakedteakettleguy. [NOT WORK SAFE]