A confession

I picked these up and put them down. Then I picked them up again. One part of me said "you don't know what you're going to do with those." Another part of me said "Remember that project you bookmarked?" And still another part was reminded of the cottage of my childhood, with the drawers full of worn and mismatched sheets and pillowcases. The hand-me-downs and discards from regular life, made so very soft over time, that served their last years of usefulness at the cottage. So I bought them – without a clear vision for their use!