Thread bare while bare.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 2 comments link this postMy mother ordered a new bathroom set from J.C. Penney -- new bathmats and rugs and such. It arrived with Nice Towels Included!
"Look, Julie! It came with towels."
I already knew the plan of action.
"We can put these over in one of the guest houses!" she said.
We have towels still serving active duty that I've used since high school. They are the karmic opposite to the high thread-count towels used by the rich. In fact, some of our towels have about two threads left, one warp, one weft.
Once, while visiting my dad's cousin Patty in Washington state, I told the towel tale of woe. Patty immediately loaded me up with her "old" towels that she had been planning to give to a thrift store.
Such plush towels.
Bathing would be fun again!
Upon arriving home and releasing the reincarnated towels into our wild, my mother grew ecstatic.
"We can put these over in the guest houses!"
Shall I never have the use of a fine towel?
In hotels, I often experience guilt when I find the room blessed with nice towels. Dare I use them? Surely somewhere, in some parallel universe, someone's guest is going without.
Copyright (c) Julie R. Neidlinger 9/20/2007 07:46:00 AM
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2 Comments:
I remember an earlier post about this when you came back from Washington.
When Peggy and I got married she swore never to go with the bare of thread hardly a holy dishtowel types she was forced to use by her mother for so many years before we were married.
Her great luxury to this day is to buy huge thick towels and to throw away the ones long spent.
Even now when we visit her Mom and Dad we stil end up using towels I'm certain I remember from 4 decades ago.
So, fight the good fight. Maybe you could sneak out to one of those guest houses and for a few moments of bliss enjoy the feel of really soft plush towels.
One last thing. Peggy and I traveled a great deal a couple decades ago on business. One such was a trip we took to Taiwan. I was negotiating with Ruston Ho. No relation to Don. As a gift he gave Peggy one of the most expensive towels his textiles plant produced. It was huge.
Lush. Thick. Striped.
She could have recieved jewels, tiaras, artifacts but nothing would have surpassed the gift of Towel.
You have my sympathy.
By 
Gene Redlin, at
20/9/07 11:28
Yeah, nothing like a big, thick, plush, thirsty bath towel.
By 
, at
21/9/07 08:28
