Ironing at the Béguinage is an art form. My home Convent also specialized in neatly ironed and folded laundry for some sixty sisters and a variety of guest houses and dining rooms. Laundry can definitely be to the glory of God albeit performed by some sister whose daily work and effort is most likely hidden and known only to God. Here at the Béguinage, we are very environmentally conscientious; we have few paper products, hand towels, handkerchiefs, cloth napkins and rags are the norm are the rule not the exception. These must be neatly folded and ironed. As a child, I was assigned the handkerchiefs, pillowcases and anything else that did not require much skill. My mother was a superb ironer and I never quite measured up always opting for wrinkle free when it was invented. But… there is something wonderful and natural about sun and air dried linens, perfectly ironed, pristinely folded and delivered to my room. My habit could be a nun itself without me inside; it is so lovely, fresh and wrinkle free. I definitely feel like a bride of Christ when I pop into it on a Sunday morning for Mass. Sundays also bring the change of napkins for the week; the soiled napkins dropping into a blue basket and the new, clean, fresh linen or cotton napkins being carefully laid out beside each dinner place in the refectory. This is love in the little things; I am blessed.