I've got to buy a new iron. My old iron was possessed. By a favorite-dress-devouring demon. And unlike having a possessed daughter, when you have a possessed iron, you can simply throw it away.
It destroyed my orange skirt. (pictured below. thank you, Ian.)

It melted. the skirt melted to the iron.

A few days later, there was no sign of the melty skirt-ness on the iron. I checked. I cleaned. I scraped. I went to iron another of my favorite dresses, and it ended up covered in melted shards of prevoiusly destroyed dress.

Why do you care? you don't. I, however, will forever the loss of the perfect orange skirt.