Marital bliss

One of J.'s greatest frustrations is my reluctance to iron. His shirts. There are two, in my opinion very strong, arguments not to. One is of the feminist kind (I'm not going to iron his shirts or make his sandwiches just because I'm a woman), the other one is of the simple kind: I hate ironing.

So he does it himself.

Reminded me a bit of this iconic image. Wonder if Man Ray did the ironing himself too...