Desperate times call for desperate measures. Sophie’s two precious towels, which have comforted her since infancy and which I last wrote about in September 2012, are continuing their slow but inevitable decline into dust. Random pieces of fabric fall off on a regular basis. They are filled with holes. You’d never know from looking at them that they were once square-shaped. We haven’t washed them in at least a couple of years because they would never survive the ordeal.
