Most of mine are positively ancient. I dye them when I want a change of colour. They are all over 30 years old, and started out in cream and peach. The cream ones were dyed either light blue or denim blue or navy, the peach ones became shocking pink or red. I was given a lot of towels when I got married.
The hand towels of course become the first casualties, they are cut up into squares, have their edges bound and become flannels. My sisters laugh at me, but I still have a pile of over a dozen untouched in the airing cupboard and have never bought a flannel - and I use one every day. Once they start to wear out, they become kitchen cloths then floorcloths. The final grimy holey little rag then goes on the fire.
God but I'm tight! 
Good Morning Wednesday 29th July 2026
