Goodbye Sweet Sunbeam, you will be missed.
Blue and silver Sunbeam Iron May XX 1991 - June 2, 2014
In this journey of life, people and things come and go. It is the natural cycle. It is with a heavy heart, that my first household appliance, my trusty white/blue/silver Sunbeam iron, passed on to the great dumpster in the sky. I remember the day like it was yesterday. A fresh faced 17 year old bachelor, combing through the aisles of Liquidation World for my first set of household essentials. There I saw you, sitting on that shelf, your box tattered, obviously a returned item at Woolco as your old price tag was still in tact. $29 crossed out, and $12 hastily marked on you with a marker. I removed you from your package to inspect you, and despite the shattered appearance of your package and the smell of old shoe rubber, a bulk paint in the air, you shone like steam puffing jewel. It was fate, you were going to be in charge of pressing my acid washed Thrifty's, Hypercolor T-shirts, Club Monaco tops, keyboard ties, and triple pleated teal dress pants. And press those garments you did.
Never once did you question that my fashion sense. The denim coverall phase, the skin tight clubbing shirt phase... and most importantly the baggy graffiti workout pants phase. You accepted me for who I was, and tackled wrinkles with gusto. You survived an attack from a young Daschund, and with a couple blobs of solder, and half a roll of electrical tape, without fanfare heroically went back to work nary a complaint.
Today, when I plugged you in, and saw you puff that final puff of black smoke, I knew I lost you. I stood there with a look of confusion, and sadness, hoping this wasn't the day it was meant to end. 23 years of ironing adventures... gone, but I will always have the memories. As I placed you in the dumpster, my heart sank, as I knew, I would never find another wrinkle remover as reliable as you. Today, some may have wondered the meaning behind those wrinkles in my pants, some may not have noticed, but each time I looked down at my lap, I whispered the word Sunbeam.
RIP in peace Sunbeam Iron.
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