I think we’ve all ended up with things too good or nice or unique to get rid of but with no place in which to put or use them. I have a piece of fabric like that . . . a hand died batik on broadcloth. I don’t quilt with broadcloth, I don’t wear those colors or that style . . . but 3 yards . . . yeah, couldn’t part with it.
It’s now an out-of-the-sun curtain and it works beautifully to keep light from reflecting onto my monitors. And I look at it and smile . . . and think of the wonderful woman I inherited it from who also could not find a use for it but thought it was too good to get rid of. Nice!