For years now I have monogrammed my tea towels – if you look closely you can see my initials at the bottom of the domestic incident above. I have my favorites of course, and the style varies
but they are usually in white or red, in cross-stitch. It is an innocent past-time, and keeps my hands busy if I ever have to sit and wait. They make good gifts too, for a friend or hostess.
They get used and abused, as tea towels are, but I always remain fond of them despite their battle scars. I don’t think the burnt offering can be redeemed though – a pity. I would like to think of my descendants treating them with reverence in some impossibly futuristic world.
(I hope Cathy likes this post)