I noticed that the dust was particularly silky and fine, so instead of just cutting it off and throwing it away, I put my hand in my gorgeous old Mexican stone mortar, and, gently, so as not to raise a cloud, pounded the fingers and hand to a fine flour with the pestle. I wasn't quite sure of what I should do with it, so I experimented. I baked some of it into muffins. I mixed some of it with vitamin powder and gave it to my pets, sprinkled on their dinner. It made the roses on the dinner table stay fresh for days and days when I mixed a pinch of it in vase water, and it was an excellent spice in the stew I made for dinner. It made a pleasant body powder after my bath. My housemate suggested that I powder my wig with it, but that's silly. I haven't got a wig. I tied up the remaining couple of teaspoons full in a little pouch and gave it to my mother, who also found it quite useful around the house, and said that a small pinch of it in the laundry worked as an effective whitening agent.