Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories.
Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.
Most of my leftovers are yarn and fabric. These always remind me of my grandma. She could find a use for even the smallest snippet of cotton or wool. I loved to watch her make something beautiful out of nothing much. I used to think she was kind of like God in that way.
I’ve posted a photo of the colorful counterpane before but don’t recall posting a photo of what I did with its leftovers. I made a mistake when I ordered yarn for the counterpane and received fingering weight instead of worsted so I knit with two strands. I used up the leftovers by knitting the doll clothes with one strand. I was delighted it was fingering weight for her items. Goes to show you how mistakes can be good events.
(The yarn is Brown Sheep Nature Spun, the doll is a Magic Attic 18″)