I found a box deep in the closet with about ten years of dust on top. Inside, what might have been my personal hoard. All of it now added into the mix.
Smooth cotton sheeting that took the dye like print. Thick, thready pieces of Irish double damask (impossible to find on the cheap anymore). Cotton lawn so fragile it tears like paper. Woven pieces of some natural fiber.
Yes, I did snatch a few pieces back into the River basket.
Two views of the same basket after I dug deep and pulled a handful to the surface.
Addendum - apologies Cynthia, Linda, and Michelle. Murphy's Law wisely conspired to keep me from the post office this morning.
When I got there, the line was out the door, BUT they were letting too many people into the lobby AND I'd left my mask at home.
Also, it's Georgia.