These are my new tea-towels.
Now before you call the men in white coats let me explain. I'm only displaying them because: a) there hasn't been a photo on this blog for a while and you might get bored; b) they're pretty.
And I'm supposed to be doing housewifey things and I'm bored.
I have realised once again what gaping holes they are in my education. How do you hand-wash a bra? How do you hand-wash anything if it comes to that? I put them in a bowl of soapy water, squish them around a bit, and that's as far as it goes. I can't see how they can possibly be clean but at least they smell fresh.
Last night I watched Mona Lisa Smile. In the film, set in a posh girls' school in New England in the fifties, along with Art History, lessons included setting the table when your husband's boss comes to dinner and other vital requirements. They would have known how to hand-wash I'm sure.
The film was okay but it wasn't Dead Poets' Society.
And now I can cross 'wash bras' off my list.