I have confusion with trees and paper towels. Lynn says they are made from trees that we cut down in the woods & forests. I just adore walking in the woods and could not even imagine my day without them. And whatever would I do in the Summer as I loathe the hot sun; often reposing under a nice oak tree shaded, and being elegant. (I hated racing in the West Palm Beach society; always sticky. Thank goodness Lynn rescued me from that!)
Yet…. paper towels seem to take away any accident or mishap that I may incur while inside. Which of course, I rarely do as it is so, so crass. However, I found I was at a dilemma to work this out. Lynn of course always comes to my embarrassing rescue and, with a green solution. My own shiny, silver, bucket and pink sponge elegantly inscribed with ‘Willow’. Just the perfect idea for my rare and so mortifying mishaps. Best of all, it is cleaned and stored away with all its embarrassment; never to be sniffed by anyone at any garbage or worse, landfill. My secret is safe, and. ….so are my woods.