I'm 56 not 16. I know that 🤣🤣
but I'm still traumatised 🤣🤣. when I was young (19 maybe?!?!). My boyfriend's mum had given me a table to use in my flat. It was French polished... can you see where this is going?? I ironed on a thick, folded, bath towel and it still melted into the towel🙇🏻♀️🙇🏻♀️🙄🥲
I rang around to find a couple of blokes who did French polishing & it's a dying skill, so quoted a fucking fortune. I was 🥹🥹🥹🥲
my boyfriend told his mum, and she said not to be so silly accidents happen & the table wasn't worth it to spend that much money on getting fixed, but I felt sooooo bad.🙇🏻♀️🙇🏻♀️🙇🏻♀️
Especially as I was a generally very careful and very bright teenager who had been living away from home and working for a good couple of years. (I was born old.!!)
I just hadn't realised how easily the French polish would melt 🙇🏻♀️🙇🏻♀️
This place is honestly tiny, I would have to move the coffee maker in the air fryer off of the kitchen bench, not entirely sure where I'd put them, to iron on the kitchen bench and until the renovations and decorations are finished, there's no table.
So I've just had to come to terms with an iron tea towels and pillowcases 🤣🤣