An epiphany of sorts - the Elna Press transformed.

I adore my Elna Press acquired about 10 years ago from a market for $20. I use it to press fabrics and dyed textiles and very occasionally a pillow slip or two. The only drawback was the cover on the pressing plate had seen better years. An eyesore in the new laundry - but where else to put it? I used to cover the lower plate with an old sheet when in use. So this morning's "job" (one task each day since we moved) was to make a new cover for the Elna Press. She deserved it. So I measured carefully, made a template and cut two from thick muslin. There'd be a master pattern ready for another time. Next, to source new foam underlay. The IKEA mini ironing board. It's useless for ironing but hangs neatly in the wardrobe. What do you expect for $7? The underlay was a perfect fit. Quite impressed, I commenced stitching the new cover Then the Morgan Freeman thing happened. "It was at that moment, Ali knew she had missed something big." Here I was, staring at a perfectly good Ikea cover while stitching almost the same thing. Sheesh. I've had both the Elna Press and the mini ironing board for about the same time. I think the "hack by accident" is perfect and as they say, "better (a decade) late than never".

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