Yes, this is seriously a post about towels.  My anniversary is coming up this Friday, and I’ve been thinking about my wedding.  Truly one of the best days of my life.  Anyway, I was thinking of the big day: the ceremony, the reception~ remarkable and the gifts.  My favorites were the wooden spoon, hanging in my kitchen, and the silverware from my friend’s mom.

You always hear married couples, really women, talk about the gifts that have proven useless.  Usually it’s the china.  You only use it once, maybe twice a year, and after a while it seems like such a waste of a gift, especially in this day of Crate and Barrel and Pottery Barn registries where you can register for really fun gifts.  Personally, I love my china.  And while I rarely use it, I love it as much as I did the day Lance and I chose our pattern.  I love seeing it on Christmas day, Thanksgiving and special date night dinners.  So no, China isn’t my wasted gift.

The gift I have yet to take advantage of fully are the towels.  Yes, towels.  I must have registered for eight sets of towels, body and hand, in two different colors for each bathroom.  Great, right?  We use towels every day, usually twice a day.

Great except I use the exact same towel.  Every. Single. Day.

So do my children.

I wash them every other day and hang them right back on the rack for use.  We never use new towels.  The first five years of our marriage, I rotated towels, literally folding each towel and putting them at the bottom of the never ending stack of towels.  That OCD move has stopped.

I have literally never had a dirty towel in my laundry basket.  It just didn’t make sense to me to throw a damp towel in the laundry.

Which leads me to another random fact about me.  I have used the same pink towel to wrap my hair since I went to college my freshman year.  I remember going to Macy’s and picking out my towels for the dorm room.  I went with my dad, and he bought a huge bunch of towels for me, pale pink and pale green.  (Thinking back, the same thing happened with the towels when I was 18.)

My favorite hair wrapping towel ripped.  I am devastated.  I’m at a loss of what to do.  The obvious solution is to use one of the many towels in my cabinets, but this towel was special.  It was perfectly worn, just perfect for my thick hair.

When I told Lance about the towel ripping, he had no clue that I have been using the exact same towel for years.  He now thinks I am crazy.  He wanted to know how I survive when we’re out of town.  I do, I’m not disabled by my towel use, but I can admit that it totally bothers me to use a different towel those days I am out of town.  I think I’m going to try and cut the towel and see if it still works before tossing it.  He might think I’m even crazier after that move.