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.

Hey all, food question. Is it possible for one's husband to buy sweet potatoes, and the potatoes in question to look exactly like large Idaho potatoes (light brown with rounded, instead of pointy, ends) and for the suspicious potatoes to be sweet potatoes? I could cut one up to find out but I don't want to.

I doubt it. Those sound like potato potatoes to me.

Yams have rounded ends.

I've never seen a stealth sweet potato, bon. I think your husband's hand fell into the wrong bin...or someone pulled a potato prank on him.

Just scratch one, you don't actually have to cut into it to see the color of the flesh.