Several years ago, I was contacted by an interior decorator who was clearing out her studio. She wondered if I'd like her old fabric samples. "Sure!" I said, never one to turn down a gift of cool fabric. I drove over to her place, and discovered that she had enough to fill my trunk. Wow.
I brought it all home, sorted it out, gave what I didn't think I'd ever use to a grade school art room, and piled the rest into a big plastic storage bin.
And there it sat for a few more years, until my kids grew up and there began to be more time for art. What with parenting and repairing quilts, I hadn't done much play for the sake of play for quite a while.