Yesterday, I was just finishing a project and discovered I need a bit more of one kind of fabric. This sent me on a hunt through my 'do something with these' box. I discovered some fabric that I fogot I had (not a good sign) but none of what I needed. It was just a cursory search so I am sure if I had looked thoroughly, I would have found some. I decided it was easier to just subsitute a fabric.
This reminded me of why I value my scraps.
In my early days of quilting, I was making a log cabin variation and I was the tiniest bit of fabric short. I think I needed something approx 1 1/2" square to lengthen a strip. I hunted everywhere. I looked in my thread catcher bag, the garbage, shelves all without any luck. Then I got out the broom and swept the room. There, against the wall under the cutting table was what I needed. It was even larger than I needed.
I finished the quilt-which turned out to be rather ugly, and put the left over bit in a jar. Not long after, I found another bit of the same fabric which I also added to the jar. I don't know I did this but that jar with the two tiny bits of fabric stayed in my quilt room until we moved. (I may have brought it with me although if so, I am not sure where it is).
I think that experience plus my natural hording instinct has contributed to by constantly growing scrap containers.
That is my story and I am sticking to it!