There are plenty of times when we put up with certain “issues” for the greater appearances. Control top nylons come to mind, for example. And sexy shoes with pointy toes. There are times when we take one for the team, shut up and put up because, well, we have convinced ourselves that the benefits out-weigh the costs. Remembering the dyed-to-match 3.5″ satin pumps I sported to two proms, I can only put myself solidly in the “will suffer in the name of appearances” column. But when it comes to bath towels, well, I draw a line.
During the first week of May (back when it was sunny) I had the opportunity to open my home to my Twitter friend, Debbie Schubert. It was wonderful to finally get to meet Debbie but not so wonderful to clean my house in preparation of her visit. Because there is a world of difference between having someone over for dinner and having someone stay in your home. Namely, you can’t just stuff things in closets or hide dirty dishes in the oven. (Not that I’ve ever done such things. Nope, not me.)
As I vacuumed hordes of dust-bunnies and recycled bags of child-made confetti, I went from “ah, spring cleaning” to “god, I wish my house weren’t such a greek tragedy.” Yes, somewhere along the cleaning frenzy came the realization that I live more in “shabby” than “chic.”
Case in point, my towels. As I was folding yet another load of laundry, I happened to notice that one of my bath towels was frayed on one edge. Then I noticed another has a stain that bears a striking resemblance to a black magic marker thumb print. And the hand towels look like small children have been skipping the “water” and “soap” steps in hand washing and have been going straight to the “wipe hands on towel” step. Clearly, new towels were in order.
So off I hustled to the nearest store and selected just the perfect shades of towels to make my bathroom look like something out of Better Homes and Gardens.
Yep, they look good.
But they work like hooey. As in, you turn off the shower, grab a towel and then shoo the water droplets around your body until they just give up and evaporate.
I thought they just needed an extra trip through the laundry to increase their absorbency. Well, the dang things have been washed 5 times so far and still soak up less water than the ceramic tile. Talk about ridiculous. Instead of using these beautiful, fluffy new towels, everyone in the house pushes them aside and grabs the holey towels my husband and I received as wedding gifts a million years ago. Those towels may not look great, but they suck the water off you faster than the Mojave Desert.
Well, at least those new towels look good hanging there on the towel bar. Just like those sexy shoes I bought and can only wear for about 30 seconds or so. All looks and no function. The things we do….