It's time for an iron intervention.
The clock in my "studio" got unplugged,
so I went under the bed to plug it back in.
I found two irons.
I did a double take, looking back at my cutting table, thinking how did the two I just got get down here.
NO NO, that wasn't the case.
And I have one I'm currently using.
No one in their right mind needs 5 irons.
Now I feel bad, because I did a small fist pump when I beat out the Amish lady bidding against me.
Now her family will have wrinkly shirts.