From the Strawberry Patch...: towels

Along with the warmer temperatures and humidity come unpleasant, funky odors to the towels in our house. I always run towels, be they kitchen or bath, in the hottest wash water available on our machine. However, that doesn't always deodorize mine in the summer months. I long ago abandoned colored bath towels altogether, precisely so that I can bleach them as needed, that works every time! The kitchen towels are another matter altogether, I can't bleach them without ruining them. I tried this method last week and it worked like a charm: I presoaked all of my kitchen towels overnight in a white vinegar bath. The next morning I wrung them out and transferred them to the washer along with regular detergent and 1/2 C baking soda (I have a front-loader and just tossed the baking soda on top of the towels). I laundered them on the hottest water setting; et, voila-- out came the freshest towels imaginable! I am pleased. Do you have any lingering funk to fight? Take up arms; you probably already have the weapons on hand, go forth and be ruthless!

Life is Good!

I don't give up, or 'throw in the towel', without a fight... literally. My husband and I have plush, thick, absorbent towels in our bathrooms for guests to use. Our bathroom, though, was a different story. It's not that we don't have nice, new towels. We do; stacks of them. I just don't put them out for us to use on a daily basis, as a result our towels became very thin, threadbare and string-y. My husband finally declared that enough was enough, and began using the "nice" towels himself. I was still determined to keep on with the old, worn-out ones however. I kept thinking "one more time"... as I yanked off yet one more straggly edge and tossed it in the trash. In all acuality, the towels that my husband uses to dry off the car were in much better shape than MY bath towels were. Yes, past tense... I finally gave in and literally 'threw in the towels', all of the old see-thru ones... into the rag bag! I carried, ceremoniously, a stack of lovely NEW towels into our bathroom on Monday. These towels are so nice, in fact, that I decided they needed monograms. I worked in my software program for most of that day creating monograms in different sizes and fonts for my husband to approve. I printed them out on pages the actual size for viewing and carried them back to the bedroom/bathroom to "try them on" and attempt to get an idea of how they would look on the nice, new towels. My husband passed on a few and ultimately selected one, we discussed thread color for the monograms and I then folded that towel up, with the pages, and laid it on the loveseat in our bedroom. This morning, when I stepped out of the shower, I saw those monogram pages scattered all over the bedroom floor. It took me a moment to register what, exactly, had happened. Hannes was sound asleep on the afore-mentioned towel, he'd made a nice little nest out of it. A soft, cozy nest from this luxurious, new towel! He had to dig with his front paws, furiously, to get his little towel-nest 'just right', too! Have you ever seen a dachshund dig? Let's just say that it's what God created them to do... and when they dig, for all their worth , in a brand-new towel... it loosens more than a few surface threads:

I can trim off the pile of loose threads... (I'm used to threadbare towels, anyway!) I'm not sure this one is still deserving of a monogram however! I can't be mad, for long, at this dog... could you?

I ask you...is this the face of remorse?