Friday, May 20, 2011

New Towels.

I got these dish towels from Jim's Grandma's house. 

They came in a big bag, bright white and pressed and new, never used.

They could have been stitched and pressed any time within the last 4 or 5 decades, I have no idea.

But there was something so special about them- someone took hours to make them, one for every day of the week, and for Market Day, Baking Day, and Washing Day to boot.

Lost in a drawer for who knows how long, and now they are mine.  And they'll actually get to see the kitchen- you see, they come from an era when a woman could not possibly have "enough" dish towels, and it was common to hoard piles of them away in a chest or closet for "someday".

The least I could do was photograph them in their pristine bygone glory, before they were put to good use.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love those towels. :)