When Mr. Jaunty and I moved in together a scant three months ago, I bought a set of crisp new dishtowels. I thought these ‘good’ towels would remain white and unsullied while my older, uglier dishtowels handled any dirty work. Should they get a little dingy, couldn’t I bleach them back to snowy white perfection?
Friends, I was a fool. My ‘good’ towels are now indistinguishable from the stained, holey dishtowels I’ve used for three years.
Dishcloths are destined for misery. Bleach can’t change that.
Why didn’t I recognize this wishful thinking from, oh, every time I buy washcloths?
“These are face cloths,” I tell myself, “I need to keep them spic ‘n’ span to wash my acne away. I’ll use a fresh one every night and morning.” Riiiiiiiiight. Before the cock crows three times, I’m using those pristine face cloths to scrub my grimy feet or wipe down the bathroom mirror. Looking at my poor washcloths, you’d think I worked in a coal mine.
Now that I’ve seen my folly, how have I changed my ways?
HA! TRICK QUESTION! I haven’t changed; I still daydream about tidy piles of spotless linens. Mmmmm. But here are my Good Intentions:
1) Accept that dishtowels go to glory and the grave. Wear and tear is normal, not tragic.
2) Use those red rubber makeup sponges for face-washing. They clash horribly with everything I own, but they’re cheap and it beats washing 14 washcloths every week.*