Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories.
Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.
[Thomas Fuller]

I love leftovers. That is a good thing since most of my meals are comprised of leftovers. I cook once and eat for several days so I make sure I cook something that is just as good served cold.

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″)