Wipe or Let it Be: Decorative Towels

Wipe or Let it Be: Decorative Towels

Today I feel the need to rant against a serious and pressing issue: the decorative towel. You know the one. It’s got rhinestones or fringes on it. It matches the colorful fish on the shower curtain. It’s hung just to be looked at, but not actually used. Yes, that one.

I recently took a road trip to another state and spent the night at a friend’s house. I went to the bathroom and after washing my hands, I looked for something to dry them with. There was a hand towel on the rack. It was the only option so I used it. Later my friend went to the bathroom and when she came out she asked if I dried my hands on her decorative towel. Why, yes I did. She asked why I used her decorative towel. It’s just for decoration and she looked at me like I was some sort of heathen. I asked why she didn’t put out paper towels, napkins, or a regular towel if she didn’t want me use her decorative one. She replied that she thought I had better manners.

I don’t understand why people get in such a huff about decorative towels. If you love it so much, then you should enclose it in a protective case so I know not to use it. If it’s supposed to be pretty, then why have you left it hanging there for a year so now it’s dusty and dirty? Let it be known that if you only have one towel rack in your bathroom and it has a hand towel on it, I am going to use it to dry my hands. I’m not going to ponder if it’s decorative or not. If that’s the only towel in the bathroom, it’s getting used.  And why not? What are you saving it for? Isn’t a visit from me special enough to use the good linen?

I understand the need to make your home pretty, but what about making it practical? Like sofas with plastic slipcovers, decorative towels are stupid and annoying. I like to buy nice towels and use them. Then when they’re old, I throw them out and buy new ones. It’s fun. Try it.

(No towels were hurt in the writing of this blog.)

Deanna Burrell is the author of the explosive novel, Single Girl SummerDescribed as “If Waiting to Exhale and Sex and the City procreated, the bouncing baby would read like Single Girl Summer,” the novel tells the story of three women navigating the ups and downs of life during one special summer in Chicago. Find out more at www.SingleGirlSummer.com.

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