In my quest to reorganize I ran across a stack of half-square triangles that had been cut and sewn. I acquired them from a friend who, for some unknown reason, passed them on to me. I am sure she was cleaning out, reorganizing and throwing away. Either that or it could be that I look like the perfect person to start a home for other people's scraps.
Within the mix of half-square triangles were a smattering of broken dish blocks. I am guessing the half-square triangles were on their way to becoming broken dish blocks before being ousted.