About 20 years ago, my high school friend went to Disney World with her family. She bought me a towel. Not just any towel, but a Little Mermaid towel.
The Little Mermaid is one of my all-time favourite Disney movies. When I purchased the VHS tape when I was 16, my friend best friend over at Moments of Clarity and I watched it daily, often while eating these delicious, pure fat, chocolate chip bars we made in the microwave.
I could recite The Little Mermaid word by word – although my niece would tell you I am doing it wrong.
I was estatic to receive this towel in the ’90s. For the first many years, I didn’t use it. Instead I attached it to the ceiling in my room so I slept under Ariel and crew nightly.
Once I went to college, I began using the towel, which has accompanied me on more moves then I have fingers for.
Fast forward to the 2000s and my beautiful Little Mermaid towel has dried its last body.
I have realized the end of its life was coming for some time. But when I used it last week, I realized it was time to let it go. No longer bright and fluffy, it’s now faded, almost see-through and holey.
Thank you, Barb, for my beautiful towel. Towel, you’re still my favourite, but it’s time to say goodbye.
On a happier note, last weekend my boys wore matching sweatpants and slippers (requested by our guy) and went for walk and picked flowers. It was lovely Sunday morning.
