My friend, as a way to pass time, crochets. After returning from a recent trip, she presented me with a selection of colorful, carefully constructed, dishcloths. She has shared her crafts with me in the past, but it has been a few years since I had one of her cute crafted cloths. With consideration of how the variegated chartreuse colored cloth would match the colors of my kitchen, I chose the prettiest.
Tonight, after an arduous work week, that left little time for tiding up the kitchen on a consistent basis, I faced a mountain of dishes in the sink. So many, that even after the dishwasher was filled to the brim, there was still a foothill of dishes to be washed.
After dinner, as I mustered my gumption to tackle the mound of mess, I remembered my newly acquired bounty. I scampered to my purse where I had stashed the washcloth the night before. With my trusty textile, I leapt into action. It seemed like the dishes practically washed themselves. And, as I stood there appreciating my useful gift, I admired the “new” sink and countertop we put in last year. New stuff makes work much easier!