I've been collecting fabric for years. I like to buy fabric whenever I travel. A piece here and a piece there, I've purchased fabrics that always remind me of different places I've visited. Wool from Germany, a tartan plaid from Scotland, a piece of silk from India. This piece was purchased in the south of France, and the design and colors remind me of the beautiful vineyards, gardens and the rich color of the earth all wrapped up into one. Some of the fabric I use, some I store and some I've even sold. I'm not alone in collecting fabric. Yesterday I read about one of my favorite authors, Lucy Maude Montgomery, who collected swatches of fabrics. She cut pieces from her own favorite clothes to include in a scrapbook and spent years making a crazy quilt from all the pieces she had collected. Over the past few years prices for old fabrics have doubled, so my collection, in a financial sense, hasn't been that bad an investment. And the best thing is that there are miles and miles of fabrics waiting to be discovered.