I’ve mentioned before that I prefer non-disposable things. Having given birth to a rather sticky set of children, I’m particularly appalled by things like paper napkins. They might be fine for delicate dabbing of non-existent debris on a tidy lip, but faced with my ruffians? My coated-in-peanut-butter heathens? My yes-I-took-a-bath-but-I’m-still-somewhat-dust-attractive minions?
Well, paper just isn’t going to cut it.
We need cloth napkins. Something that can be dampened and used for larger clean-up. Something that can be washed. Something that can be bleached.
I had resolved that it was time to break out my remnant bin, and start making a set of napkins for family use. Then today, while picking up a few sundries for a mad hatter project (more on that in another post), I felt inspired to hit the clearance aisle.
I love inspiration.
On that clearance aisle, on the bottom shelf, where no one ever actually looks, were stacks and stacks of white cotton “bar mops”…. at 10c each.
So I grabbed 31.
(I meant to grab 30, which will cover five family meals between washings, easily, and more if a few kids will learn to eat their food rather than doing spa treatments with it, but obviously, I mis-counted. So I have 31. Someone gets to have a sticky friend over.)
Next project: some wall-mounted baskets nigh unto the table, to store the napkins.
Well, next project after the Mad Hatter-inspired top hat for the church lady tea party on Wednesday.
Rebel against the disposable, and at discount prices, no less!