A good Turkish towel is like the Bonnie to my Clyde. It's with me no matter what, and won't let me down, even if I'm putting it in harm's way. I take it with me to the Beach (so sandy), have one in the Bathroom (not kidding), use it for all the kid things (so many messes, some of them bio hazardous), and take it along for the motherhood ride (wine doesn't scare it)...
Every mom loves to be spoiled, but between the soccer practices, gymnastics lessons, and changing dirty diapers, she probably won't admit it... or even take...