I think most of you, my dear readers, know that I re-use fabrics a lot. My tweeds are all recycled (jackets, skirts, some pants) and I line my felted bags with reused cotton too. And how many different ones there are! Flowered ex-table clothes, plaid curtains (makes you wonder the rest of that room's deco), rosy-pillowcases...
And then there are the birdie-ones! They are a bit more rare to find than flowers, but when I see one, I'll get it for sure. There's always some room (read: a bag) for birdie fabric in this house.
Then last but not least there are the vintage-ones. I am not absolutely sure what vintage really is (maybe everyone can make their own definition?) but for me those are fabrics from 70s and 80s at least. Hard to cut sometimes, but they make the prettiest linings. And I keep telling myself it's better to use them to someone's cherished bag than keep them in my shelf. And I must confess that there might still be some fabrics left uncut in my stash too, but not too many. Can there never be?