When I first came to Germany in the early 90's... I lived with Thomas' mother for about 6 weeks while Thomas was finishing up a semester of college in another city. She couldn't speak a word of English, nor I German. One of the things that I found strange, was that she starched and ironed her dishtowels, which hung neatly by the kitchen sink... one for hands.... one for dishes. She has given me so many nice dishtowels over the years and I must admit.... it is nice to have a crisp, neatly ironed dishtowel hanging in the kitchen. The girls have been ironing them for me.
More power to you girls..... I HATE ironing with a passion! I can remember my own mother standing for hours and hours starching and ironing our clothes....not towels. My children will not have that same memory of me!