This is my granny's bath mat. I've been using it ever since she died, back in 1972. I ought to get rid of it (it's not quite as horrible as it looks), but it must be over 100 years old, and there's still plenty of life (?) in it. She married in 1911, and it may have been part of her trousseau (do bath mats feature in trousseaux?). Anyway, I'm fond of it. I like to think of Granny's little wet feet helping to make all those holes. It's a kind of heirloom.
Ah, me. In those days, things were made to last....
(B - if you're reading this - shall I leave it to you, as your special heirloom?)
