I think I have to conclude that my mother was tired of hearing me complain about the pot holders I had been using. Somehow every pot holder I owned had suddenly become so worn I was burning my fingers every time I handled anything hot. I had intended to make some new holders myself, but that had not yet happened. Then came the morning I made sticky buns and got a terrible burn on two fingers when some of the super-hot topping soaked through the holder I was using.
The next day my mother handed me a small bulky package. I opened it to find these six holders she had made for me. They are a larger than usual size… exactly the size I prefer… and they are heavily padded, soft, and flexible, so they’re a joy to use. And they’re made of such pretty fabric.
My mother seemed surprised that I was so pleased over what she said was such a simple thing, but her loving thoughtfulness really made my day.