The very first thing I should say here is that I feel crazy lucky to have found these. And I have no clue what is going on this year. For the past few years I have been lucky to find one or two quilts a year to add to the collection, and usually the condition is pretty bad. But I think these two quilts make maybe 5 or 6 quilts in the past 2 or 3 months, and the condition on them is pretty darn good.
So, onto the story. We went to a flea market/garage sale thing Saturday morning before Dave's parents arrived at the airport. We arrived shortly after 8, starting time, but the line to park was crazy long. I was already twitchy because of my IL's arriving, so Dave told me to just get out of the car there and he would wait in line and park. He shoved a fistful of dollars at me and off I went.
Since I had a million other things on my mind and had hardly slept in two days, I was totally not on my garage sale game. It was freezing cold and I was mostly just wandering around aimlessly. People were still pricing things. I caught a glimpse of some fabric out of the corner of my eye, shoved in a plastic bag and under a pile of things waiting to be priced.
I saw that there were quilts, but I figured I couldn't afford them and walked on. Except they called me to come back to them. LOL So, back I went. When she said the price I almost fell over. I had her show me every one in the bag to make sure I wasn't missing anything, took the two old ones, forked over a ridiculously small amount of money and ran off like a bandit. I didn't even bother to open them up to see what they looked like. They were too cheap to care.
At that point I realized that everyone was still waiting in that line to park, so I ran around as much of the sale as I could before the majority of the crowd could start spilling in.
I ended up walking the whole market twice. And it took me forever to find David, since we stupidly made no arrangements on where to meet when I got out of the van. Jack had a gigantic temper tantrum, which made Dave have a gigantic temper tantrum. Me? There was no deflating my happiness over what I was carrying around. Every woman who passed me would exclaim, "OH! She has quilts."
We had so much other stuff to do that I didn't even get to unfold them until after we had picked up Dave's parents at the airport.
But when I did, oh man. What a treasure.
The second one has the most lovely 1930's fabric print. And the butterflies! They are gorgeous.
I found a few other treasures too.
A bag stuffed with the sweetest old patterns. There are 27 pages full of them, and they have embroidery patterns, baby clothes patterns, stuffed toy patterns and more on them. The snails are so darn cute!
And 2 more old mirrors, which are impossible to find here. Most of my collection of mirrors was acquired in Florida, so finding them on top of the quilts really was icing on the cake.
I am lucky, lucky girl. :-)
Labels: vintage quilts