Ironing our linen tea towels is one of my weekly pleasures. They have all been either gifted to me (many of them handprinted by my sister) or purchased as special souvenirs. Most are stained and showing signs of work and wear. As I iron them, I’m grateful for their utility and for the memories they bring. I feel kind of hugged by them, and in the act of gentle pressing and folding, I hug them back.
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