I deep-cleaned the house. Bought fresh flowers. Even dusted the top of the fridge. But what they commented on the most? My towels.
— “These feel like the ones at the Ritz,” his mother said, holding one up.
— “They’re just towels,” I laughed.
But inside, I was glowing. Since then, I’ve heard this story again and again. Friends, coworkers, readers. Everyone’s quietly upgrading their towels and guests are noticing.