In the bottom of my ironing basket lives a shirt belonging to DH.
It's been there a year.
It's so evil to iron that whenever I get down that far I think "Oh I'll do it next time". The trouble is I also know that once it's hung in the wardrobe DH will wear it the next day and then it will be back in the ironing basket.
I'm not a great ironer. I can go 8 weeks in winter without ironing when everone wears fleeces and jumpers. But there's always the odd shirt that can't survive with 1 minute in the tumble dryer and a quick shake.
Also in summer I do iron T shirts and there are four of us.
And there's a top of mine made of some crumply crepe fabric that often keeps the shirt company.