I touched on these before.
If you actually do use left over or recycled bits of fabric your patchwork quilt can evoke a spate of memories years later.
A jar of buttons or a box of spools will do the same thing.
Here’s a poem about that.
The fish returns to source
by following the ripples
of his native current
And time is not linear as we supposed.
At first we recall in glimpses
the aftertaste of our first kiss.
A patchwork quilt, each patch
a lens viewed at an acute angle;
edges, corners, truncated aerial frames,
spliced, diced, dropbox explosion
and then sheen, sheer, efflorescence
as we dip and glide between then
and now and the
river of Lethe...