Yesterday, I dropped into Lowery's Sewing & Vacuum Center to buy ten yards of baby elastic.
There has always been a room of batting and bolts of cotton prints off to one side; now the table of fat quarters outside the door of that room has spilled out to fill most of the store, and an aisle that used to contain bolts of fabric is now shelves of tin boxes containing quilt-top kits.
I have little interest in patchwork, and none at all in *buying* scraps to do it with, but I'm glad that enough people do to keep the store around.
While there, I bought four yards of a percale-weight muslin suitable for pillowcases. The clerk carefully flattened the fabric on a grid and cut along one of the lines. Today, when I drew threads to straighten the ends, I found that I could have gotten away without straightening; I cut hardly any off.
And the muslin has a real selvage; had I noticed that, I'd have written the brand name in my notebook.