People forget you should work with the best quality that you can afford. For my grandmother it was a way to recycle clothes headed for the scrap bin. For me it has been a way to use up scraps from garment construction, then the luxury of purchasing new fabric for creating my quilts. My fabric has come from everywhere fabric stores, thrift shops, yard sales, friends, the one thing I remember is I am not my mother who collected. I am me and I create. So what I get is used in some sort of way.