Several years ago when I learned to crochet, the first things I learned to make were dishcloths.
Dean really liked them, (and I’m sure he’d want me to tell the world he had ever expressed an opinion on dishcloths,) so I made several. I tried out various stitches and color patterns, and kept accidentally increasing or decreasing my rows, so I ended up with a motley collection of misshapen dishcloths. We proceeded to use them daily for several years. (We do have a dishwasher, but we use the cloths for wiping counters.)
I try to change our dishcloths out every day so they don’t get sour, which works fairly well in our dry climate. If they get sour anyway, (which seems to happen in direct proportion to how much I make Ike and Mabel help with kitchen chores,) a trick I’ve discovered is to cover them with water in a Pyrex bowl and boil them in the microwave for about 10 minutes. Dean also figured out this works even better if you add a little baking soda to the water. (I really wish my washer or dryer had a “sanitary cycle,” because I can’t fit my kids’ sheets and towels in the microwave.)
But all good things must end, and our much-loved dishcloths had seen their day:
So I’m making a bunch more. The one in the foreground above was my favorite, and after a lot of experimenting I was able to figure out what stitch I’d used (single stitch, with the hook passing through both loops on the stitch,) and I also got out my crochet encyclopedia and figured out how to keep my rows even. I still had three cones of crochet thread from Walmart, so I’m using them up (even though the colors don’t match my kitchen’s imaginary color scheme if I ever decorate my kitchen.) You can see how much the old ones had faded.
I really should have gift-wrapped these for Dean. Because if there’s anything a man loves better than having his wife tell the world he has ever expressed an opinion about dishcloths, it’s getting dishcloths for Christmas.