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Kohl's is having a towel sale. I should go. I haven't bought new towels in eons. In fact, though married 24 years, I still have a few that we received as wedding gifts. Brown towels (earth tones were "in" in the 1980s), frayed at the edges, but they still work. I don't know what it is about towels, but I just can't seem to retire them. Tattered and thin, if they can still absorb water, they're fine. And after all, isn't that their purpose? Ugly though they may be, if they can still dry off something that's wet, it'd be a shame to throw them away. So I never do. As a result, we have several categories in our linen closet, just as Macy's does in its linen department. There's the utility-type towel that often goes on sale for half-price. It's the one that, after about 6 months of use, loses that seam that holds the edges together - the kind that, once frayed, wraps around anything in its path in the washing machine. That's the first clue I should have tossed it, when its straying threads are so tightly wound around a sock that I have to cut the 2 items apart with scissors. Then there's the middle-of-the-road towel, the second category of newer towels put into circulation in our home within the past decade or so. "Hotel" towels fall into this category, the ones that find their way into our suitcase after summer vacation. (Oops.) And there are the "company" towels, usually a gift from my mother and often of Royal Velvet quality. These plush, thick towels never see the washing machine because they are displayed only when we entertain, with strict instructions to the immediate family not to use them. When the evening is over, they are returned to the linen closet until the next family holiday, without so much as a drop of water coming near them. The rest of the world thinks we dry off in style. Recently, however, I received one of those $10 gift cards that Kohl's sent in the mail. Since none of the clothes I tried on looked quite right, I headed to the linen department determined to use my gift card. It was there that I splurged on one thick, white, spa-quality bath sheet that was on sale. Didn't cost me a dime but it felt like a million when I used it. What a simple pleasure a quality towel is, especially a free one. Still, I just can't bring myself to buy a whole new set. Besides, our 25th anniversary is right around the corner. Maybe someone will get us towels. Kimberly A. Porrazzo is a senior writer for Churm Publishing, Inc. She can be reached at kimberlyporrazzo@cox.net. |
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