When my much-loved iron starting throwing sparks, I had to face replacing it. To me, buying new appliances is right up there with eating lima beans—to be avoided, if possible. But of course, one can’t live without a working iron.
So I hustled to the nearest box store and chose the same brand (different model because they are always different) and thought I was done. Unfortunately, the iron was awkward to handle and it steamed erratically. I took it back to the store and asked several salespeople if they could recommend a replacement, but no one knew anything about irons.
I chose a different brand, took it home, ironed a shirt and realized that iron was worse than the first one. So I returned it, came home, and ordered a well-reviewed iron online, one of many choices. I’ll have it in a few days.
I often made fun of my parents when they said, “They don’t make things like they used to.” If they were alive, I’d apologize.