I have been thinking about dishcloths a lot lately. Ever since this day last week when the back of my right hand had this terrible smell. No matter how often I washed it, I couldn’t get the smell off. It was quite the mystery.
When I wash my hands during the day at home, I do it by putting some soap on the dishcloth and washing a few dishes. Kills two birds with one stone. (Working from home, and not having a dishwasher, there are always a few dishes.)
Can you guess the end of this story? Yes, it was the dishcloth that kept imparting the bad smell to my hands. I only swap out dishcloths once or twice a week, but that is obviously not enough turnover.
Therefore, I have added another goal to my ever-growing list of knitting goals: knit seven new dishcloths, one for each day of the week (I do laundry every Tuesday). That way I can have a fresh one every day.
Why seven new ones, instead of (7 – N) where N = “the number of dishcloths I already have on hand”? Because I have given away so many dishcloths for so long that all of mine are old and nasty like…
I’ll be damned if I know what color that used to be. What color is it now, you might be wondering? “Gross,” that’s what color.
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