Confessions of a Dish Towel Addict
I've known it for quite some time. I have a problem with dish towels. I simply can't get enough of them. I've played around with other stuff - serving trays, state souvenir plates, small mismatched dishes. I could handle all of that. Knew when to quit. But I can't seem to turn away from the firm, dark grip of dish towels. They speak to me. They sing their siren songs ... and I submit.
The colorful vintage ones in thrift shops and antique stores. The mod boldly patterned ones at Target. The utilitarian ones at Williams-Sonoma. Even the old well used ones in my mother's kitchen - towels so carefully laundered that they've served our family for decades. I love them all.
Last year, after an intervention, I unwillingly purged my dish towel drawer. Got rid of about a dozen of the less desirable of my coterie. And, make no mistake, that's what they are ... a coterie. Not a collection. I do not collect dish towels. I fear they collect me.
Today, while aimlessly wandering the aisles of the dollar store, two irresistibly priced specimens found their way into my cart. I've put them with the other 45 or so that are mingling amongst my kitchen drawers. When my time here is done (and let's hope that's not anytime too soon), perhaps you all can hold a quilting bee of sorts. Fashion a quirky mismatched burial shawl and send me off to that big kitchen in the sky. Make sure you incorporate the vintage hand-embroidered one with the onion head girl and the pickle wearing a top hat. "Weep no more, my onion," it says. Yeah, that would be poignant.
deb
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Dish towels aren't a kindly sight in our kitchen. When they built the kitchen, it had one fatal flaw... no dish towel rack!
Ladies and Andrew - use 'em if you got 'em. Use 'em up! If you need to, get another one to replace it. Life is short - use the cute towels and leave the other cute ones at the store for someone else to enjoy.