The great textile shortage of '05?

When JT checked out the apartment, he naturally looked at the layout and the location.
What he didn't ask was whether our landlords had any sort of aversion to linens.

We've found napkin rings but no napkins -- not cloth or paper.
There are no washcloths, which is very European, but I don't think you could say the same for no dishcloths.
There are no blankets. I don't mean extra blankets. Just blankets. Or blanket singular. There's an enormous heavy duvet on the bed, so the choices are to sleep under 42 pounds of feathers or go without.

I understand that in a 700-square-foot apartment, you live leaner than Midwesterners are used to. But if you have several sets of sheets and an array of decorative pillows, not to mention a huge collection of albums, perhaps you could squeeze in room for a dish towel?

I broke down and spent 15 bucks on some washcloths and a hand towel, and we bought a dish sponge and some handiwipes. Who knew we shoulda packed that stuff?

Hopefully they have blankets in their storage room, but if not, we'll need to ask our guests to bring their own.

This is the sort of stuff that's entertaining about not just becoming temporary citizens of the city, but taking up short term residence in someone else's life. HT is probably mumbling similar things about how we could be so crazy as to live the way we do.