i ran into a friend of mine the other day and the following conversation ensued:
friend: oh melissa! i've been carrying this around for weeks and keep forgetting to ask you, can you fix this for me?
friend: maybe darn it or something?
me: is this a sentimental dishcloth? was it the last thing your grandmother ever knit?
me: the first thing your daughter ever knit?
me: then give that to me, i will "take care of it" for you.
now in her defense, she is very eco-conscious and was wanting to reuse, but please... that is one sad sad sorry dishcloth! if it had indeed been a sentimental dishcloth i would have happily done my best to repair the damage, but please, that cloth is past its prime.
don't worry though, being eco-conscious myself i will not just throw it out, i will add it to my rag pile where it will have a fulfilling second life as a rag, scrubbing my tub and other such things. just not in public, in the kitchen. i told my friend if i actually trusted her not to put it back in her kitchen and use it as a rag i'd let her have it back... but i didn't think she would do that.
so i made her a replacement.
a playful plaid cloth (rav link), which she can use in her kitchen without people wondering about her sanity.
i feel much better about the whole situation, and hopefully she does too!