Pudd'n is a growing boy. He needed new clothes for the summer. As I took out his "old" underpants out of his drawer I had a flash back to when I was a little girl.
My grandparents of course grew up in the age where you used everything until it fell completely beyond repair.
She used to use grandpa's old underpants as cleaning rags.
This grossed me out to no living end.
Yes, she washed them before they became rags and she never kept any that had skid marks in them.
It still skeeved me out.
I would tell her "I am NOT touching those things! They touched grandpa's butt!"
Labels: memories