For someone who spends so much of her life blogging, I don’t actually read many blogs. To be honest with you when I started this website I didn’t even really know what a blog was. I just wanted a place to put out all the information that was oozing from my head.
Speaking of things oozing from my head, I bought what was probably my first official box of Kleenex over the holidays. The box had a Santa on it and I’m a sucker for anything Christmas related around Christmas time. I’m usually too cheap to buy actual nose blowing tissues when other less expensive options like toilet paper, paper towels and shirt sleeves are always so handy.
But I loved that little box of tissues. It made me feel like a grown up. Like I was professionally ready for any nasal issue that might arise for me or any guest that entered my home. At the sign of the slightest sniffle I ran for the box and plunked it down in front of them with an expectant grin, waiting for them to marvel at my preparedness.
Sometimes I even made people come outside with me and then dragged them back inside. They didn’t know it but I was forcing their nose to run, like one might force tulip bulbs. All so I could break out the box.
Then last week I came across an article which got me to thinking. What about the good old fashioned handkerchief? My father never, ever left the house without putting “slacks” and a button up shirt as opposed to jeans and a tee shirt on, and he definitely never left the house without a handkerchief in his pocket.
But we’re all thinking the same thing aren’t we? Handkerchiefs are gross. They are cloth carrying cases for snot which we casually throw into our purses or pockets to mingle with our hairbrush, lipstick and juggling balls. Ucky.
This little article though, had me think twice about turning my nose up at the humble handkerchief.
So what are you? Handkerchief, genuine nose blowing tissues, or the cuff of your sleeve?
Have a great weekend!