I thank everyone for all their help. I had to go to our local quilt shop with a block I was working on. I needed to get more fabric. By mistake, my 91 year old Dad, was helping me clean, saw the scraps of fabric and threw them away. This was on Monday. The trash man came on Tuesday. I didn't know about it until Wednesday. I raced to the quilt shop. I found 2 of my 3 fabrics still in stock. But bless the angels who work there, they came up with enough scraps of their own that I was able to have enough fabric to replace what I lost. The point I explained to my Dad--to a quilter scraps are never trash.