Sometimes we're the grateful recipients of hand-me-downs and discarded random stuff. Of which we don't get all that much, since most people around here are quite thrifty, and usually what we receive are odd bits and pieces that don't always have an immediate or apparent use (as Tom sometimes points out). For instance, we've recently received dry corncobs and a rusty garden trolley, which Tom begrudgingly hauled up to the garden, to my great delight.
But the other day something very welcome came to our house: a pillowcase, with a matching sheet that had gotten in the wrong wash and also had a piece cut off. I always know how to use a new pillowcase: to make another crochet edging, of course! (The sheet is a different story, and I haven't yet decided how to use it)
I was waiting around at Rebecca's ballet class when I made this new edging, half wondering what the other parents thought of me, refashioning a hand-me-down pillowcase for a six-year-old girl. I doubt any of them thought it particularly useful, but I enjoyed my little creative moment, which made hanging around so much more enjoyable. Plus I knew Rebecca would appreciate it. Especially as she slept.