Friday, January 19, 2018

Scrubbers With Memories Galore!

This Christmas one of our neighbors gave us these beautiful scrubbers made of the Korean microfiber yarn that is so popular in Hawaii right now. They do work great!


This was in addition to all the cookies, little cakes, and poinsettia plant they also gave us.

They explained to us once that it was in gratitude for our forbearance of their parking their 5 or 6 cars in and around our street, mostly in front of our house.

It can't be helped. Parking is not always easy in Hawaii.

Anyway, I added the scrubbers to our collection.


I rather like looking at them. They all have a memory. The green and yellow flower is from Irene. The squares with diagonal stripes are from Auntie Gladys. The blue and yellow is from the lady I bumped into in Japan. The red strawberry is from Naomi. The pink flower is from Terry. Ummm... where did that yellow and purple square and orange one come from? Doggone it! I forgot. So much for my memory!

Maybe I should stop using our dishwasher and do it by hand.

17 comments:

  1. I make pot scrubbers by crocheting nylon net. Mine are just round and not as pretty as yours but they do the trick. Now I want to know how to make the kind you have.

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  2. They are so cute! I just use the utilitarian dark green squares, but now I'm thinking I'm missing out! :-)

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  3. They are really too pretty to use. Keep the dishwasher going. ;-)

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  4. A friend's mother (100 last June) produces scrubbers like a factory. Fortunately for everyone who gets one.

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  5. wow,, such wonderful colors, I was wondering if they are all handmade?

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  6. what a fun collection. could almost put stems on them and arrange in a flower vase...lol!

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  7. You can make a really lovely collage of them and hang them in the kitchen. They really are pretty. :) No, keep on using your dishwasher. :)

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  8. That's a pretty cute little collection, and with stories attached, no less!

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  9. They haven't made it to CA yet! Cute!

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  10. This post brought back so many precious memories for me. My mom could not afford expensive Christmas gifts for all of her kids and grandkids, but every year she gave each daughter and granddaughter a scrubby and a dishcloth. She passed away right before Christmas in 2016 and these past two Christmases I have missed getting that special present from her. I always used what she gave me and it was emotional for me when I needed to go out and buy my own scrubby. My sisters and nieces and I talk about how much we miss that special gift. I am crying as I read and write this, but thanks for the memory.

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    1. Hello Sue, it's wonderful to meet you. I am so sorry for your loss. I'm very grateful I still have my mother with me and I can't quite imagine what it will be like without her.

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  11. Wow, such brilliant colors too! It will decorate even the drabbest of kitchens!

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    1. Hello Nas, it's so nice to meet you. The problem with these scrubbers is that I hate to use them because they're too pretty. I gave some to my son in Maryland a while ago and I noticed when we visited them that it was still unused on their sink.

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  12. Our scrubbers are rather uncolorful by comparison, Kay, and I can "see" why these might remain unsed.

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  13. Our moms have given us the tools to carry on. This I hold on to.

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