Disclaimer. I love my husband and am so happy he thinks of me often. A few weeks ago I mentioned I would like new towels. The navy towels I bought for us at a department store 7 years ago were disintegrating rapidly. They had served long and well yet featured holes and torn seams. “Time for new towels” I declared! Fully prepared to wait for a sale or coupon (or both!) I was thinking about towel colors and thickness and so on. Yes. I dwell on these things. And I was quite certain I made myself clear, I was buying the towels at the day and hour and store and price point of my choosing.
About 3 days after my announcement my husband arrives home with some plastic Dollar Store bags and a proud look on his face. “I got some new towels! And they were only 3.00 apiece!” I assume that he assumed the bargain lover/hunter in me would be happy with his choice. And I tried to be. I washed, folded and placed the new towels in our bathroom. Unable to avoid the fact after the initial washing there were already loose seams. I took a bath. I got a towel. I wiped, rubbed and writhed about the bathroom attempting to get dry. It didn’t work. “Give them a few washings to get broke in” I think to myself. A month into it I take a shower, “dry” off and go to bed. “You still feel kinda damp there honey” my husband says. “Yes, it’s those towels” I snap. I’ve been telling him for a while, in a kind way, that his towel selection sucked. I was tired of being kind. He has said nothing more but in the interest of health I am buying new towels. Are they cheap? No. But I am not willing to grow mold on my person to justify my darling husbands dollar store ‘bargain’.
The point is this. Save where you can. Recycle what you can. Save the planet!
But for goodness sakes.
Buy the good towels.