Bar Mops

Today is my day to focus on French, and I've been working on the French translation of my letters from Algeria.  I've also begun learning "La Marsaillaise" because Mom had that as her door bell chime.  But...I need to say a word about the perfect wash cloth.  Somewhere or other one had turned up around the house--maybe come out of the wash.  It was wonderful because it was thin and had ridges--a texture that made it close up and personal.  I kept trying to find more, but they just didn't seem available in the stores.  Then this past week while looking for something else in the houseware section of Ross, I found a whole little bundle.  "Bar mops," they said.