When I worked in the costume shop at the Guthrie Theater in Minneapolis eons ago, we had ironing stations that consisted of 4-foot by 2-foot tables with padded surfaces. They were the bomb. I’m not sure why it took me until I retired five years ago to actually make an ironing table for myself, but now I can’t imagine going back to a wobbly, fold-out ironing board.
Recently, an ironing table is the first thing I did for my new sewing space. The space is part of a new way of life. Yes, I am now one of those elusive, migrating creatures, known as a snowbird, who wanders between North and South constantly seeking sun. This has been the first winter in our new abode, and I am deep into the process of feathering the southern landing spot, which, of course, means that I am creating that new sewing space. Since I will still have a sewing space in the northern nest, I am starting from scratch. The new space at the top of the house has a ceiling that follows the pitch of the roof, creating a loft-like room. I have been strategically placing my cutting table, sewing machine stands and ironing table to avoid whacking my head when standing up. It will take some getting used to.
As I have filled the space I have realized there are things I like to have, things that are no longer part of the way I want to sew, and a few non-negotiables. One of those must-have items is the ironing table.
I decided to go with the tried-and true model I had figured out already . . . with a couple of improvements.
A 4-foot-long by 2-foot-wide table works well for a couple of reasons. First, 48 inches accommodates…