Saturday, 8 August 2009

Touching Cloth

I have finally grown up, and it's all thanks to that crafty lot over at Berrylicious Buttons for running a competition I couldn't resist entering (describe in 50 words or less why cloth napkins are better than paper napkins). I have never owned cloth napkins before! It's a whole new world of sophistication. Those of you who remember The Australian's big issue with wiping his hands will be thrilled to know that he'll no longer have to use a common old tea towel.

I just hope they're self-ironing.

The new mature me would like to apologise for the coarse humour at work in the title of this post. The old me would like you to watch this Mitchell & Webb clip:

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7 comments:

Tam said...

Am sure they are self-ironing. Life is too short to iron napkins (also socks but don't get those two confused, leads to awkwardness at growed-up dinner parties, as I learned the hard way).

prophecygirl said...

Love Mitchell & Webb. Great post!

Emily Gale said...

Tam, I seriously don't know where our iron is. The Australian does his shirts and that's the only action it ever sees. Socks as napkins - now that's recycling.

Thanks for stopping by, Prophecygirl.

Geraldine Ryan said...

Brilliant caption, Emily!

David Mitchell was on Desert Island Discs the other week - he is a sweetie! Crap taste in music though!

Geraldine Ryan said...

I never find Mitchell and Webb funny though, I'm afraid. They just seem to speak with funny intonation and that's the joke. I think it's an age thing.

Dan said...

can you please share your 50 words? x

Emily Gale said...

Geri, I shall try to do better with my comedy clips in future - I know that like me you enjoy a spot of Summer Heights...

Dan, as you asked so nicely, here's how one wins a set of cloth napkins in 50 words:
A paper napkin is like a one-night stand: fun and convenient at the time, but grubby and used the next day. Cloth sticks around. Cloth wants to know what you’re having for dinner the next day, and the next. Paper = commitment-phobe. Cloth = true love.