Stop I hear you cry, please no, not yet, it's too early.
Well it is never too early to talk about tea towels. I have a tea towel confession to make. I love tea towels, all sorts and all types. It probably stems from school trips in my youth, when the best present you could buy your Mum in the National Trust gift shop was a tea towel. I can't even rid myself of the old, soft and frankly tatty ones that would be better suited as a colander. Obviously I don't pin those on the line to dry! What would the neighbours think? I also find it difficult to break free of my tea towel shackles when it comes to using some of my prettier ones. I hide these at the bottom of the pile in case some unsuspecting dryer upper should stray across one. What I am thinking? What am I waiting for? A visit from the Queen? I even have one, unused, that I purchased from a shop that has been closed down for many years now.
My current tea towel obsession is to purchase the perfect tea towel for Christmas. "What to cover with coffee stains?" I am asked. You can guess who the tea towel philistine is in this household, can't you? I have been sensible and purchased a job lot of the classic yet functional pure linen 'glass cloths' to deal with such behaviour. A quick squirt of bleach in the wash and everyone is happy. Marriage guidance, who needs it?
So I thought to myself there will be like minded people out there in blogland who will understand my tea towel obsession and share the joy of my purchase for Christmas. But don't expect me to be flashing the tatty ones around here anytime soon.
Have a great weekend xxx