A very good post and I am glad I have a tea towel aficionado on board.I am aghast at the lack of genuine excitement around everything tea towel related. When I was their age, I had never seen an actual tea towel, I had heard of them, obviously, but my mother was old school and dried the dishes with an old pair of American Tan tights. I once asked her, why we didnt have real tea towels, and used smelly old tights, that soaked up fuck all water. Once I regained consciousness, we all had a right laugh at my stupidity and balls out insobordination.
The day I left home for my own place, you guessed it, straight to the haberdashery and I bought myself a pack of three tea towels. What a day that was. White with little Robins. I'm filling up just thinking about it.
The young today don't know they're fucking born. Cunts.
My early life was also blighted by them but we suffered the opposite, too many. I always seemed to use the wrong ones. I recall using a 1953 Coronation tea towel and could not sit down for a week when my mam found out. How was I to know it was a Radio Times Souvenir Edition
and it wasn't to be used for wanking into.