Surprisingly, knocking a freshly made pot of coffee over the floor next to my side of the bed first thing in the morning did not portend a dreadful day.
Fortunately, because we are that sort of family, we have a many old towels saved for just such occasions.
We are also the sort of family that really shouldn’t ever have carpet.
As a kind of towel-related aside, I used to follow the slow your home blog until I read this post about ridding the house of excess towels. This was such a perfect example of the nonsensical Minimalism Arms Race that I stopped reading after that.
Really, truly, you can never have enough old towels.