I know, I know. How lame does that sound? I've been off-line for a week and this is the best I can do? Well, yes it is.
My definition of the 'perfect' bath towel was always a vision of large fluffiness. No pastels, please. For it to be extra perfect, it should be straight out of the dryer, a warm, soft wrap that would make you want to cocoon on the tile floor and curl up in bliss.
My definition has changed. As I have traveled along on my journey to simplify my life, one of the luxuries jettisoned was my dryer. I had a perfectly serviceable dryer that I picked up on Freecycle, and it served me well for a good eight years. Heaven knows how old it was to begin with. I vowed, however, that once it died, I would not replace it. From then on, drying clothes - towels included - was done on the laundry line, weather permitting, or on the drying rack. This brought the state of my bath towels to...sandpapery-ness. I did all the suggested things - white vinegar in the rinse water, snapping them pre-and après drying. They were still crispy. I don't have many overnight guests but the ones I've had have issued deep, long-suffering sighs upon seeing their clean-but-crispy bath towels attractively arranged in the guest room. I've saved more water that way....snort.
What to do? Turkish towels!
I heard about them through a blog post I stumbled upon and decided to give one a try. Once I got over the tassel-thing (I am not a fan of tassels), plus the fact that they don't instantly blot up moisture, I decided they were the towels for me. They are cotton, dry quickly, tend away from crunchiness, and come in a vast array of jazzy patterns (although the one I purchased was decidedly not jazzy). No more crunchy towels. Of course, they are a little on the Spartan side, but what do you expect from someone who's best childhood memory was cannonballing her nekkid little butt off a big, flat rock into the icy cold waters of a Northern Ontario lake at o'dark thirty? BGPs, people! BGPs!
Have any of you tried Turkish towels? Opinions?