Here, some tea towels. Innocent enough, even if you don’t like the color of the stripes.
But look at the front of the towels, and you will see how creepy they are.
I offer these as proof of two things: (1) I was a weird kid who went through an embroidery phase and (2) sexism was alive and well in the 70s. Really? Brainwashing kitties? Obviously their not-so-subliminal messages didn’t work. They’re super wrinkled. I hate ironing.
I found these in a closet somewhere in my mom’s house eons ago and reclaimed them. Then quickly shoved them in a box. Now, they’re going to be hand towels for parties. Can’t wait to see what kind of snarky comments they elicit.
