The tea towel is a fine example of the British approach to cheering up function with art of the robust kind.
It trickled down from its aristocratic and exclusively plain-linen-and-bone-china origins in the 1800s; by 1934 it was being mentioned in Lawrence's A Collier's Friday Night, and the country was drying its dishes on vivid scenes of castles, wild flowers and winning animals with big brown eyes.
In 1947, the present Queen's wedding was a natural subject, and another ancient tradition commenced, whose crucial importance was recognised when the sisters of a doubt-beset Diana pointed out that she had to go ahead with it because the tea towels were already on sale.
A lack of royal enthusiasm for being wiped with has continued up to this month's affair; the official tea towel, a terribly tasteful thing of coyly entwined insignia, contrasts violently with the jolly gaudy Tussaud-ish images of the happy couple offered elsewhere. Why would you want a dishwasher?Reuse content