I found the following poem, author unknown, in a magazine and have paraphrased it to fit quilters. This might explain our need to buy fabric.
Quilty Lady
I canceled out the paper.
I stopped the milkman, too.
I fired my trusty gardener.
My own hair I now do.
The only things I buy now
Each time the eagle flies.
Are the necessary groceries
And a ton of quilt supplies.