This towel used to be a calendar towel. I’ve used it and washed it so many times you can’t tell what was once printed on it.

This towel was given to me as a wedding shower gift. It always seemed unique to me—the images of the many herbs printed on the surface. I’d like to have this returned as it was a gift.

This dishtowel is a reminder of a business trip I had taken to attend a conference in New Zealand. This is the fourth such cloth I’ve purchased since beginning the collection.

This is for Gunta’s towel project.

The first use for this cloth was to cover fresh bread that I had baked. When I was moving to Cambridge, Massachusetts I had packed away many of my things, but needed a cloth. I ended up using this towel to clean up the apartment I was leaving in Providence.

My parents and I traveled to Tibet in April 2025. This towel was purchased at a small shop across from the Potala Palace in Tibet. After touring the Palace, we wandered through the souvenir shops nearby. The pattern on this runner immediately caught my eye. When I asked the shop owner about the meaning of the symbols, he wasn’t able to provide a clear explanation. There were no tags attached to the cloth either, therefore I’m unsure of the material.

Tibet is known for its rich and mysterious culture, as well as its extreme high altitude. Many visitors experience altitude sickness, but if you can endure it, the journey is truly once in a lifetime.

As my parents grow older, I knew that this might be one of our last chances to visit such a unique place together. I'm deeply grateful we made this trip, and this table runner is a reminder of that special time, a memory I’ll always cherish.

I am attaching a towel that has served me well. I have used it for possibly 50 years, but it has been for one purpose only. Every time I bake white bread, rye bread, or Swedish coffee bread this towel is the only one I use to cover the dough while it rises. It just seemed to be the perfect size, the perfect weight and color. I don’t remember where or when I received it, but it could possibly have been from my mother as she was the one who taught me to bake the coffee bread. She could have given me the towel during my lesson.

As you can see, it is in pretty good condition after all these years since it was only used for this one purpose. I’m not sure it has been washed too frequently as it never got soiled. Baking bread for my family brings back many wonderful memories of my children returning from school to a home that smelled so good. They knew the minute they walked in the door that I had baked bread and my son could have eaten the entire loaf if I had let him. The loaves of bread usually came out of the oven about the same time they walked in the door. Butter melted as they spread it on their slice. Needless to say, by the time supper was over the entire batch of bread was gone. I’m sure after all these years I will be able to find another towel to cover the bread as it rises, however, if you have no need for this one you may return it.

This is a new tea towel from my hometown, Canton, China, which I visited in March 2025. It was my first time back in six years. The towel is made from a cotton-linen blend, within the yellow circle, there’s a red embroidered Chinese knot, an emblem of good luck, prosperity and unity. 

I felt a sense of displacement while I was there, having lived abroad for almost two decades. I saw an art exhibition titled “A New World I Cannot Fit Into, and a Hometown I Can No Longer Return To,” which deeply resonated with me.

I’ve always loved this towel. The children’s drawings on it fascinate me. I would like to have this returned. 

Better late than never. No special stories associated with this dish towel. I remember receiving it as a gift at a shower. Since then, I’ve used it and used it. I liked it better than the terry cloth ones. Initially, it was a dish towel. After a while, it became a rag. It certainly got its use.

I am sorry it took so long for me to deliver this. I hope you can still use it. This dishtowel was given to me by my mother. When I was a child (10–13 years old). We lived outside of Edinburgh, Scotland. (my mother is of partly Scottish ancestry.)

Years later my parents visited Scotland again and my mother bought us each a towel. I can’t remember exactly when, but I think this was shortly after we were married in 1979.

I have saved the towel and treasure it as a reminder of our years there. I have occasionally used it when you asked us for a dishtowel that has followed us everywhere. Good luck on your project. 

I would like to have this back when you are finished. Thanks.

This cloth was discovered in storage. My mother had saved it since I was born. She is now in an assisted living facility.