Doubled Up

There are certain things in Life which I find annoying, but which have to be done. Like cooking, for instance.

There are other certain things which I don’t like doing/have no skill for, but which somebody else will do for me. Sewing is high on that list – I hate sewing with a passion!

Ironing, however, I quite enjoy. I don’t overly indulge in this unusual pleasure but nevertheless after very many years of faithful service the cover for the ironing board had become a bit more than threadbare.

My ironing board is bigger than normal, so buying a replacement cover was not an option – I would have to make one, or get one made. I threw out the first option with never a second thought, homed in faster than a racing pigeon on the second, took advisement on a suitable material from Material Girl and enlisted the skills of Susie.

In less time than it would take me to thread a needle Susie handed me a brand new cover. It was like a big envelope with a thin foam layer in the middle. The old cover only had one layer, with foam on the underside, so it was effectively a table cloth for an ironing board. The new one, because of its shape was no way going to slide on over the top of the board. The board would have to be inserted into the envelope. I looked at the board. I looked at the cover. There was no way I could slide the cover over the board and accommodate the board’s legs.

I sat down and thought. The only way I could see to overcome this anomaly was to cut a slit in the underside of the new cover. I could not believe that Susie had made such a schoolgirl error, so I Whatsapped her. Sometimes my brain acts in a completely different way from any normal person, but Susie didn’t know that – she was perplexed by my perplexity. She explained, in words of one syllable, that it wasn’t an envelope into which the board must be inserted, it was a double layered tablecloth – it went on top, not all around.

Aah! Now I understood! It never crossed my mind that it went on the top in a double layer, with the foam between the layers.

So now I have a splendid double layered ironing board cover in a pattern of jaunty squares.
I wonder how I managed all these years with a single layer?