While on this journey of mine to live a better and smarter life–I have found myself thinking and re-thinking some of my proclivities.
One of my things is towels. I know, I know, sounds absolutely kinky. If not kinky, at least kooky.
I don’t know when it started, and while not a secret–when I started thinking about it there are very few people–who know of this weird obsessive compulsive little habit of mine.
My mother of course knows–she knows everything! (I don’t know how she does that by the way–as a mother myself, I am still trying to acquire all her mother super powers!)
My daughters know…because well–while they are on their own now–they did live with me for a long, long time.
And of course, my husband knows–he thinks I’m crazy about my towel thing–but he has been very accepting of my need for clean towels.
You see–I use clean towels everytime I take a shower. And everytime I wash my face and hands. So the towels get used, once, and they go in the hamper. Now if for some reason I have to use a towel twice, I don’t freak out or break out in a sweat–I just use them the 2nd time and then it goes in the hamper.
Needless to say I have two linen closets in the house and they are full of towels–I stopped counting them when I got to 50. There are plenty more…
(I was beginning to think that maybe I should stop using so many towels.)
Now, you must understand, I do a lot of thinking while I am cooking–so I was thinking about all this–in the kitchen, cooking, kitchen towel on my shoulder, one by the sink, another by the cutting board.
Usually I cook and wash and dry my hands and cook and wash and dry my hands in a little ritual…when I clean up the kitchen at the end of this little dance the kitchen towels go into the laundry room.
I couldn’t believe it when I realized that I have a kitchen towel addiction too!
So I resolved to really reevaluate this obsession…and then…out of nowhere, I started laughing out loud–in the kitchen, practically hysterically. (My husband on the couch watching TV just ignored me–he is a prince about my obsessions!)
And I made my decision–I am throwing in the towel on throwing in the towels. Why should I stop my little crazy habit of clean towels? I am not hurting anyone and no one (who’s in the know) cares if I do 2 loads of towels in the laundry each week…so why not?
Here is my point–you knew one was coming–everyone has a thing–harmless, no one really cares about your thing things. Why should we deny ourselves our little joys. Isn’t that what life is about anyway?
Enjoy your weekend–and clean towels! Drop a comment below or send me an email if you’d like at firstname.lastname@example.org