If you were all sitting at your keyboards and biting your nails, worried about my sanity in the quest for the mystery smell, I can now put your fears to rest. The smell has been discovered!
It was a dishtowel. The odd thing is, it was a clean, dry dishtowel. Stacked in the drawer with all of it's brothers and sisters, it was quietly stinking up the place. Apparently, some nasty bacteria or other decided that my favorite green towel was the ideal place to settle down and raise a family. And now, after multiple washings and a boiling the smell is still in residence. So, I must bid a tearful adieu to my cherished, dries-glasses-just-right, always-fluffs-up-perfectly, green dishtowel.
You will be missed.
Okay, now you can all go back to worrying about my sanity for the everyday reasons.
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1 comment:
Okay, maybe I should have read this before leaving a comment on your last "stinky" post. I had a towel like that once, too. I kept thinking it smelled like a cat had sprayed something. It was just the towel had soured in some strange way. I finally had to throw it out, too.
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