Family probably and forum friends might remember in the summer of '01, only a few short months after moving into our new house our daughter Suzy, who was barely a year old, retrieved the iron from it's away place, plugged it in, turned it on and set it in the middle of the brand-new living room carpet. Uh-huh. My mantra at the time was (as Lisa from the forum said), "the carpet can be replaced." Goodness, I was so relieved that she didn't get so much as a little pink burn that I truly did not care about the floor. Oh and I was also glad that the house had not burned down.
Needless to say, I changed the iron's "away" to a much more challenging location (and she could climb so there wasn't much she couldn't get to). For years we kept a throw rug over the spot on the floor which would occasionally slip and show off our burn spot. It's been a fun *cough* story to retell to anyone who happened to spy the mysteriously hidden location that was forever doomed to remain under a rug (and it wasn't a normal spot for a rug either!).
But this year for Christmas someone who loves us a lot offered to re-carpet our living room. The burber is very hard to clean so it's not so pretty anymore and is, in fact, quite ugly. So today we emptied the furniture and my husband is ripping the carpeting out, including this little piece of history. And Monday the carpet guys will be here to install a nice, stain hiding, brown carpet.
Would you believe this is the first time I've ever thought to take a picture of our iron mark?