Oh great... My bolero!

Well, my iron broken. I didn't want to take my flamenco skirt and bolero with wrinkles to next class. I brought it to my mother ("grown up", I know but mother is mother). She and one of my sisters always have something to say about the way that I press my clothes, so I let her do my job. So in her way - all need the same heat, so she used the warmest way. Great way to burn my bolero. It have some holes now. Now I can't be sure if and when I'll get a new one like this. I will have to see if Raquelita will have one in the Sevillanas' fiesta... Maybe it isn't a good enough reason for tears but it did make cry a bit