Pretty Purposeless
Pretty Purposeless A pastor’s wife I know made a post a couple years ago. It was a PSA of sorts, and it was impactful enough that I wrote it down in my notes. It was one of those public service announcements that probably made perfect sense in the moment, but the longer I thought about it, the stranger it became. She was talking about kitchen towels and throw pillows. Not bathroom towels. Not dish rags. Not cleaning cloths. The pretty towels. The ones hanging perfectly from the oven door. The ones folded just right on the counter. The ones that match the season, the wall color, the rug, and whatever version of farmhouse-modern-transitional-cozy we are all supposed to be aiming for this month. Her announcement was simple: These items are not for use. The towels are not for drying your hands. They are not for wiping up spills. They are not for cleaning a counter. They are not for catching the mess that happens when real people live in a real house. They are simply there to be prett...
