some actual towels from her kitchen. aren't they beautiful?
When I got married, I followed suit. And then we had kids...
- they came in to wash up for lunch and dried their "clean" hands on those beautiful towels.
- they ate warm-from-the-oven chocolate chip cookies and wiped their hands and faces on those beautiful towels.
- they spilled some milk, and what did they grab to clean it up? Those beautiful towels.
So we made a new rule: white are for dishes and colored are for hands (and everything else). My kids knew the rule, my nephews knew the rule, I think every kid who entered our home knew the rule.
I no longer take the time to embroider my white towels, but I do embellish with some ribbon or rickrack or a ruffle, and still like to keep them white as long as possible. To this day, nephew Tim (now a doctor) comes to visit and says, "white for dishes and colored for hands," as he reaches for a towel from the towel bar.
Thanks, Tim, for following the rule! (Love ya!)
...and a couple of my embellished towels.
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