Like the cardigan, the tea towel is sometimes regarded with derision.
I’ve heard women openly boast that they don’t possess one (huge dishwasher, I presume), and I have heard them described as naff.
Nothing could be further from the truth, and we should feel pity for these people. Their eyes are not open to the joys and home comforts of a really good tea towel.
Who could not take pleasure in a pile of clean and ironed tea towels? Depicting great beauty spots of England one cannot remember going to, and unlikely to go to again.
I personally cannot get enough of them. Here are some of my favourites:
Isn’t it pretty? I admit I keep it away from “heavy duty” pans and that.
And this one can brighten up many a winter’s morning/evening’s washing up. Even the most joyless of us must take comfort from these delightful creatures.
And who doesn’t remember this design, as a teenager washing up in the seventies, before Please Sir! came on?
And the piece de resistance…
Some people keep theirs in a drawer, never to see the light of day. Pristine and unloved. What sort of homes are these?
The good old reliable checked tea towel. Every home should have one.
If you have at least one of these, your home will feel complete. If you do not, I can feel the cold chill from here!
Have a good week. Remember to love your tea towels.