Over 10 years ago, when I got divorced and moved into my own apartment, my sister gave me a pack of dish towels, all with burnt oranges in them, all different designs. I’ve been using them ever since.
But a few weeks ago, when I was Bellydancing at the Bennington Farmers Market, Jon bought two hand painted dish towels, from Emily who has a booth there.
Emily is in my Bellydancing class but couldn’t dance that day because she was selling her baked goods and art, as she has every Saturday at the Farmers Market for the past 11 years. (Jon also bought me one of her small handprinted purses and some of her pastries, which I enjoyed as soon as I got home)
Emily’s dish towels work the same way my potholders do.
They’re functional and beautiful, so every time I use them, or just see them hanging in my kitchen, I get to delight in those joyful flowers. (And like my potholders, they really work well are really absorbent)
It’s about time my old dish towels got a break, now they mostly lay folded in the kitchen drawer, only coming out when Emily’s dish towels are in the wash or on the line drying.