Ironed? Ironed? I have an ironing board and an iron, but mostly they just gather dust. When I moved back here and all my stuff was moved in, we had a garage sale. Got rid of lots of stuff, and DD figured as long as I already had an ironing board and iron, she'd sell hers. On the rare occasions when something needs to be ironed, guess who gets to do it? LOL DD's no dummy.
Our iron hasn't been used in at least a year.
My situation is similar to your DD's. Even before DH & I were married, he'd see me grab a dress or blouse or dress from the closet to asses it. If they needed a quick pressing, he'd say, "Hand it to me, I'll touch that up for you." Did I demur? I did not. (My mama didn't raise any stupid children.)
One of DH's earliest apparel industry employers sent him to an intensive one-week apparel construction and equipment training center at Union Special (the sewing machine company) in Chicago. One of the classes? "The Complete Art of Pressing." (Hoffman press plus iron touch-ups.)
Cute little story: When DD was little, strangers would often compliment her on her clothing (as they tend to do, mostly because there aren't many good ice-breakers for adults to use with small children). She'd respond brightly, "Thank you. My daddy made it!!!" You should have seen the looks on their faces because (a)
Daddy??? and (b) the outfits did not look handmade.
In response to their questioning looks, I'd smile, nod, say it was true, and (oopsie) fail to mention that while he had indeed made that dress, he'd also made about 3000 others just like it...