When I was little, my mother used to make little dresses for me and my sister from chicken feed bags -- not the ones with advertising like above, but ones with pretty patterns. We would all go to the feed store together and my mom would tell dad which bags to buy so she would have enough material for dresses, and we got to pick out the prints.
Fond memories I hadn't thought about for years and years. Mom made very pretty little dresses for us out of those bags, and we loved them. There's one little dress I remember in detail to this day -- I loved that dress and was sad when I outgrew it and it went to my sister.