here are the teatowels i made for
ben
for christmas. they are red and white kitchen cotton (leftover from a disappointing endeavor) and are, obviously, mitered squares. they pose here with my new spatulas (from ben) and our new, long-coveted, chemex coffee pot.
i worked for what seemed like a very long time on these teatowels. i started calling them "teatowels" rather than "dish towels" because when the young (and not-so-young) rittenhouse square mothers in the park would ask me, "what are you making?" the answer "a dishtowel" seemed to bother them. "isn't that a lot of trouble for a dishtowel?" one asked me. "i have the time," i said. and we weren't friends from that moment on.
in a related story, in giving
ben
his other christmas gifts, i was finally able to explain the story behind How I Hurt My Ankle -- a story that, if you are playing Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon, gives me a rather stellar Bacon Number of one. (if you want the story, e mail me, and i will tell it to you.)