A while back, I watched an Oprah show where she talked about how she disliked mis-matched towels. She said that getting matching bath sets was a sign of growing up. Then, I read somewhere that Martha Stewart had also said this. And to cap it all of, my best friend in the whole world has said that she thinks I am straight (and so is my partner) because I don't have matching towels.

I admit that I don't have matching towels. Mike and I have a boat-load of towels. When we moved in, we just mixed our towels together. They are all solids but are of various colors. Nothing matches. Well, some of the face cloths match the towels AND some of the hand towels match them too BUT, overall, they are just one big mish-mash of color.

While putting away laundry today, I took a look at our collection of towels and decided that I am quite proud of them. Okay, so they don't match. But, they are still fluffy and absorbent. So, they are not of the highest thread count, but we like them. Wait, is thread count just for bedsheets? Which, we do buy only 400 and above because it's the only thing that fits our extra thick mattress. But then, our sheets are a big jumble of colors to. Anyhoo, screw Oprah and Martha. I like my towels. I like that they don't match. I like that they symbolize Mike and I moving in together. I like that they symbolize our individuality and our togetherness.

So there. Later.  ¶ 6:08 PM