Over the years, I have bought bath towels, hand towels and dish towels in different colors and patterns each intended for a different room.  When we updated the  powder room with a granite countertop and chocolate-brown walls, I bought the white hand towels with a bit of brown piping.  When we remodeled the kitchen, I found gold dish towels and some with a Parisian street scene that complemented the window treatments.  Our daughters’ bathroom is like a beach cottage with white cabinetry and pale green walls, so naturally the bath towels with pale green, blue and cream squares were just perfect.

To my eye, there is absolutely no question as to which room each towel belongs.  And yet, today when I opened the towel drawer in the kitchen, there freshly laundered and neatly folded, was a brown checked hand towel.  We don’t even have brown in the kitchen.  Not to mention the size…this towel was only for salad plates.

Now some of you are reading this and thinking “What has she got to complain about?  Obviously someone brought up the clean laundry and put it in the towel drawer?  Isn’t that a good thing?”  And you are absolutely right.  I am delighted that clean towels made their way to drawers and linen closets and towel bars.  I guess I’m just overly optimistic that someone might actually look at my carefully selected towel that so perfectly matches the decor and put it in the right spot.

And don’t get me started about the “Happy Halloween” towels that live on well into winter or the “Snowmen” towels that finally hibernate around Memorial Day.