One of my favorite chores when I was growing up was ironing pillowcases and my father's handkerchiefs. I remember using the heavy glass bottle topped by a metal cap with holes in it to sprinkle them with water. And I can remember how they smelled when I touched the hot iron to them.
Neat rectangles and squares. Easy to press flat, easy to fold perfectly.
Today I wish a little more of life was like that.