When I worked in a fabric store a few years back, a former customer died. Her home had rooms stacked almost to ceiling of fabric. One of her sons called and asked if we would buy it back. We had to refuse and they ended up selling some out of the house. I do not know what they did with rest of it. As clerks we thought she was sewing a lot. She was always buying for her grandyounguns. Guess she had dreams and no time :?