Not waving,but drowning...sometimes

I don't own an iron.When the last,little used one broke,I didn't replace it.
But yesterday we bought new curtains and the packing creases will probably not fall out as I'd hoped.
We babysat last night and John whipped Jade up to Tesco on the pretence of needong petrol.
They came back with this!
A pink iron..what am I? Barbie grandma!

I'll hide it somewhere where it can't be found when I'm done.