Sad Irons - something for the women

I know this is a blokes trip, and in some ways, what with cars, harleys and the things that go with them, it can be a tad male centric. But ever alert we try to seek out those feminine things that may be of interest. We were lucky to stumble on this little gem of a collection. I don't know why they are called "Sad Irons". An autographed copy of the Token Alien (well a picture of him actually) to anyone who can explain that.

My Mother used irons like this back in the 1950's, when we lived in the far north of Western Australia on a remote cattle station (Ranch in American). She heated them up on the top of a wood burning stove.

The little irons would be useful for ironing baby clothes I suppose