My mother sang in the church choir and I'd usually go up with her. A nice lady up there once gave me a set of three machine-embroidered handkerchiefs, and I haven't looked back since. Years later while working in the nursing home, a patient brought out stacks of hankies she'd made years before, some with tatted edges and some with crocheted. She let me take a big stack.
Those are all gone, but meanwhile I found that one of the fabric companies had printed some to be used for crafts. I use them for my runny nose.
I also have three beautiful Christmas hankies my mother gave me. Yes, I'm ironing. I'm ironing anyway.