Hand towels. Is there anything more perfect than an embellished hand towel? That’s a rhetorical question, hyberbolic, even. And yet.
The season for house guest presents, often called “hostess gifts,” is upon us. A house guest present means you are spending the night at someone’s house. A house guest present calls for something that will endure beyond your leaving. And should be something your hostess is unlikely to buy for herself.
Gumps, in San Francisco, is a store put together to serve those who might have friends with houses by the sea, and guest bathrooms. They sell hand towels for everyone, or, apparently, every hobbyist, including the gardener, equestrienne, and koi collector. And yes, people do collect koi, even though they are hard to scratch behind the ears. They are the animal version of orchids, I believe, available in many varieties and easier to tend than one might imagine.
A “fingertip” towel is priced at $39. Of course it’s fingertip, right? One can even buy monogrammed paper towels, but that’s harder to justify in this era of garbage cities floating across our oceans.
But my favorites are these. Sea horses who confess to having an Uncle Dragon in some other city. Slightly mythical, still nautical. If I went into the guest bathroom of a terribly proper lady, and found these hanging, I might stop my handwashing to wonder if I really knew my hostess. All to the good.
Here’s to summer, everyone. To hospitality, however furnished. And maybe, just maybe, to a night at the pristine seaside, dancing with fantastical creatures.
Note: No compensation of any sort has been received for this post. That said, it does smell pretty good in that store.