When I was a kid I lived with my grandmother and she was always making quilts for us, for my parents, for auntie and her family and uncle too. The church we went to had a basement and the priest we had, Father Ryan, and lots of second hand clothes that he sold for 5 & 10 cents, sometimes 25 cents. Gram would go over there and pick dresses, blouses, etc. Buy a bunch for couple dollars, bring them home, wash them even though they were clean but they weren't Grandma Clean. She would cut those up and make quilts. I still have couple of Gram's quilts and she has been gone now for over 30 years. She wouldn't dream of buying new fabric for quilts as she brought up her little family during the depression era. I think that period is something we are all starting to experience in some form.