The lament of many quilters: my iron died!
Same ol' story, but the second chapter.
Actually, today was a little more dramatic - it started to smoke. I thought a piece of lint or fuzz got under the soleplate. Took a compressed air cannister, blew it like crazy, plug it back it.
Yay! No more smoke.
Why aren't the lights on? It's hot. It feels hot.
*fiddle and fuss for 5 minutes*
Oh. Not hot now. Pooh. Bye bye iron! Glad I could get 2 years out of you. :)
Why does quilting have to be murder to irons?! :P