I think I've mentioned before my fondness for hand-embroidered thingies. Items that are as outmoded and useless as a floppy disk... unwanted and un-needed and un-loved. Overtaken by events.
I have a slightly unfortunate reaction to these little linen delights; I want to rescue them. Take them home, wash them, iron them, fold them and put them nicely on a clean shelf (yes, I have one, although not more than one). I don't want to do anything more with them - I can't see a quilt made from doilies in my immediate future unless I go completely INSANE but I just like the idea that they are in my cupboard and not sitting sadly in an op shop or (horrors!) landfill.
So I have some things from family.
And some that I've bought.
And some from other people's family - I'm getting a reputation for a happy recipient ("No Aunty I'm not throwing them out, I have a friend who loves these and she will look after them!!).
Maybe sometime in the future I'll have to have a little chat with myself about what exactly I think I'm doing and where on earth I will expect to store all these things and do you want to end up on Extreme Hoarders with mummified cat skeletons ... but not yet.