Where the towels live

 Three cheers for Margaret Butterworth. She sent me a wonderful idea, and it has become a new page, Where the towels live.

The concept sent me from chuckling to laughing out loud, when she sent me to the Instagram page she knows of. A young tradie made safe and stylish sunglasses for tradies. He promotes them through his Instagram account, Safestyle Eyewear. Send a picture wearing them on the job, be entered for a weekly prize.

I've woven my towel probably since 1988. I know everywhere I've flung them into the fray, how much baby food wiped from little mouths, mud from dog paws, on and on and much better, much worse. 

If I can find it in the drawer, I'll post the towel a granddaughter used for a cutting board.  I wonder if my sister will take a picture of Tom's head mopping towel hanging from his back pocket. 

And of course, towels mostly hang quietly in the kitchen, on the oven rack, in the fridge handle, on a towel rack, waiting to be put into action. I wonder if towels talk to each other at night.

Send a picture of your towel, in action or at rest. I'll post it on the blog page, in the order received. I'll post and link to your blog, and tell the city and state. If you want the towel to remain anonymous, so be it. I'll still recognize it.

 This towel came with us from the old house, so it was made between 1988 and 2002. Granddaughter used the towel for a cutting board, and sliced through an inch or so of threads. As it was one of two towels we brought from the old house, she scrabbled for a scrap of cloth and "mended" it. Towel lives on.

No prizes, just chuckles. I won't take this to Instagram yet. That format still intimidates me, and takes too much time. I would be better off weaving.

I do hope you will like the new page and send pictures of your towels for me to post. Thank you Margaret.