I never received dish towels from Mom when she was young. In those days the flour came in flour sacks. Well, she made a lot of bread for 10 kids so she did go through a few flour sacks! They were always bleached and made into dish towels. I remember the confusion when the flour sacks arrived printed. Why the change? Why the upset? The dish towel source was gone and she had to resort to buying fabric just for the dish towels. (Now the print flower bags did not go to waste. They became little dresses or aprons.) Eventually flour sacks became paper sacks as they are today.
As the years went on, Mom continued to embroider dish towels, but her tinted glasses and cataracts confused the colors of the thread. It took me a few months to figure out what was going on and most of the towels I own are from that era.
I don't want to use them. I want to touch them. I want to remember who made them. I smile at the mixed thread colors knowing she is in heaven looking at them with her hands on her hip just shacking her head. She's wondering how in the world did that happen. :)