I adore household textiles. I love tea towels and table cloths, runners and napkins. I love the texture and weight of this particular type of cotton and the fact that they get better the more you use and wash them. They bring colour and pattern into my kitchen every single day and make me feel cheery.
Very occasionally at weekends I am given special permission to abandon my duties as wife and mother and skip off to partake in some retail therapy. This usually involves a train or car journey to a city, any place with department stores or Large Shops big enough to contain kitchen departments. You see, when I go shopping I don't go for clothes. Or shoes. Or makeup. I go for household things. Tea towels/tablecloths are my favourites, closely followed by mugs. I have lots of both, I might show you my mugs tomorrow (ooo-er, bet the anticipation is killing you?!)
Incidentally, my above tea towel stash is stacked on a wobbly, sloping, broken kitchen shelf which is a source of much annoyance :: the tea towels frequently slide off onto the floor, along with my red spotty cake tin. The sound of a cake tin landing on the floor is actually quite loud and startling. It makes one jump in ones skin. The tea towels land quietly but are ten times more irritating as re-folding and re-stacking is required. There is lots of cursing when this happens, most especially when it happens to J. But alas it's not quite irtitating enough to get him to tackle the fixing of the shelf. He's allergic to DIY, he would rather fold tea towels and curse.