The only sentimental linens I have are the remnants of the matching sheets and towels from when we got married, seventeen years ago. We were sleeping on a teeny tiny bed, and have never had that size bed again, but I still love them. I was thinking about repurposing the pillowcases or something.

I have a box full of linen hankies that were embroidered and tatted by various women in my family. Some of them are lovely, others are fairly pedestrian and I have no idea what to do with them.

I carried one during my wedding and I think that was the last one used.

Instead of sponges and paper towels, I use a set of dish clothes that have gone so grey I can't even remember their original color but they work great. Given my aversion to paper products, you'd think I'd use the hankies instead of tissues, but they scare me somehow.

I have one of the flat sheets I got for freshman year of college. I've long since upgraded to larger beds than a single, so I darned all the holes then stitched cheap flannel to one side, so voila! (not so) instant flannel sheet and/or light summer blanket.

I have a box full of linen hankies that were embroidered and tatted by various women in my family. Some of them are lovely, others are fairly pedestrian and I have no idea what to do with them.

Stitch 'em together and make pillows. Or a patchwork quilt.

I have considered that, and may ship them off to a quilter friend. My talent, I fear, would be insufficient to that particular task.

I have potholders crocheted by my grandmother and great-grandmother. That's about it for old linens.

My lots but not quite as many as msbelle sheet inventory was accumulated gradually over the past dozen years. At least one set has a hole in the corner but I keep using it because I can just put that corner at the foot and it's fine. I did have to retire one set because the fitted sheet shrank too much to fit on the bed, but I have the top sheet and it comes in handy for various things.

I don't know if my parents still have old sheets, but they definitely still have towels from when we were growing up. And dishes and glasses and cutlery that's about my age. Yet? I don't have any plates or glasses or dishes or sheets older than LA. I feel unrooted. No matter what country we went to, our fixings came.

My head hurts like a bitch. I did way too much today. But it was all either good or necessary, some both.

I think my mom finally got rid of their dishes from my childhood, which were brown drip Pfaltzgraf. She has lots of her mother's and grandmother's stuff, though.

S. loves high thread count sheets, and we only use the fitted and pillowcases with a comforter, so we usually just scour TJ Maxx or Marshall's for good stuff cheap. I think right now we have about five "sets", one flannel from Target that I love for winter.

I have three sets, but one is bright red and I never use it. I have no idea what I was thinking when I bought it. I only have one duvet cover, and it clashes with the red anyway. (The others are blue, and white. I'm so patriotic?)

I did not end up buying sheets today. The only set I liked at TJmaxx was the wrong size. But I also ended up spending $60 at Value Village (dang, the prices there have gone up!). Washing those clothes now.

I was invited to go to the girl I met last week's house...to watch UFC. Um, I am not ita. So I declined. (She lives an hour away, too)

I have the mug that was on my grandmother's shelf when I was 4. I never use it, but I'm not sure why. Somehow the fear of breaking it trumps my desire to use it. Plus, it does not fit in the color scheme.

Thinking about this stuff forces me to recognize my quirkier foibles. For instance, there are no labels visible in my kitchen. Everything is in glass canisters. All my plates are either Crate & Barrel white (very thick and sturdy) or green accents. No patterns at all. I could never imagine committing to a pattern.

Gosh, I have a lot of inherited stuff. Which I don't mind. I love the wooden potato masher my great-grandfather made. It's great for whacking a spud, I tell you what.