Requiem: Hot Pads

These were part of a set my Aunt Carol brought back to me from Hawaii as thanks for watching her cat. The hand towel that went with them and my aunt’s cat have all departed this earth, but the hot pads were solidly constructed and lasted and lasted. Kind of like the low-pile green carpet I remember from my childhood. I bet that would still look fairly fine, if it was in the house I grew up in.

However, all things eventually do wear out and the hot pad on the right doesn’t have enough padding to keep me from burning myself, so these must head off into the great beyond.

Thank you for your service!

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