Return with me now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. Simple quiet days of having a cup of tea or a coffee in a warm kitchen, talking with a friend. I used to love it when my mother’s friends would stop in to visit my mother. Sometimes they’d complain, often they would gossip and laugh and tell very funny jokes. They would also talk endlessly about food—its preparation, its taste, its color, who made it, who made the best version of it, on and on. I remember at my mother’s wake, her dear friend Velma said, “Stopping by Freda’s for a tuna sandwich felt like a three course gourmet meal.” It wasn’t just that she was a spectacular cook… it was that she was warm and inviting and funny. And I loved her friends.

So today, I love kitchens. I love all the things that go in kitchens. Everything from kitchen utensils to pretty serving plates to glass tumblers and butter dishes. Coming across these tea towels today has jarred my memory… 1968 was my freshman year in college. I so miss that kitchen and her food. I remember when I came home from college, it felt like I’d been a million miles away.

I found these particular tea towels at a wonderful yard sale in Biddeford. I love their color, kitsch, art, and whimsy. My mother had tea towels just like these in her kitchen.

Since I have a WIDE VARIETY of tea towels that I would love to share, I’m selling these tea towels among others. These three are my favorites. Email me at bdiamondm[at]gmail.com for more information. $15 each.

Peace and Plenty to All