This morning was a bit of a scramble...preparing for the arrival of friends. Who would have, of course, understood if the house wasn't perfectly in order (it wasn't anyway). Why am I such a perfectionist?
I caught myself, already running late for work, taking time to press the dishtowels. The dishtowels!
Yes, that's what you do in Switzerland. And the linens are Swiss, and the friends live there, so somehow, pressing the linens seemed all important. The dishtowels...
They look perfect. Albeit a bit stained...and now used. We need fresh ones already for the morning. I think I'll skip the special step. No one will notice, I'm sure.
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