Saturday, January 24, 2015


In the linen closet, there were two sets of sheets for beds we no longer owned, just in case I ever came across a single bed that needed sheets, I suppose.  There was also an excessive amount of bath towels.  Really--it was surprising how many I had accumulated.  Maybe six or seven nude-colored towels, an entire set of blue towels we were given as a wedding gift, and a few odd orphan towels from here and there, were all stashed in there.  All these towels for two adults and two small children!  In nearly four years of marriage, it had never occurred to me that this was an obscene overabundance of towels.

I looked at those sad nude towels as if for the first time, and realized that I had never liked them.  Nude towels completely defeat the purpose of using a towel at all, since you just look naked anyway. Why had I hung on to them for so long?  NO MORE!

Goodbye, depressing nude towels!  Thank you for drying my babies, soaking up spills, and helping me block my knits.  You were never much to look at, but you got the job done, albeit redundantly.

Enjoy the great towel rack in the sky.

1 comment:

MamaBirdEmma said...

You crack me up.