My grandmother must have been one snotty person.
She died when I was fairly young, but one of my biggest memories of her is that she always had a hankie or two stuck in her ample bosom. At first sniff, she’d whip one out from her bra to wipe her nose or my nose and then stuff it back where it came from. All moist and gooey.
I didn’t inherit her ample bosom, but I did inherit her hankies. And I’m always scouring the internet looking for ways to repurpose them. These are some of my favorite crafts you can make out of your very own vintage hankie stash.