Yesterday I was seriously disgusted with the state of the junking universe. Garage sales continue to be few and far between, and the ones I do find seem to be loaded with used tires, dirty clothes and bullets (!!).
Definitely not the kind of junk this girl is looking for.
The only redeeming thing about yesterday is that my favorite quilt shop owner in the entire world had her basement open for a few hours yesterday. She is still trying to liquidate stock since she closed the store a year or more ago. It was nice to visit with her, chat about quilts and get another taste of her gorgeous fabrics.
I am pretty sure that if I could only buy vintage fabrics and 1930's repro fabrics it would be enough for me. I rarely feel the urge to buy any other fabric these days.*
So I vowed to get up extra, super duper early to go to the flea this morning. I was so early that I passed several dealers on their way in on the highway. I was there well before 7 am, and it's a good thing I was, because had I gone at 8 like usual, it would have black outside and raining.
I didn't find more than I could carry or more than I could afford (oh those are the days!), but I love what I did find.
And this. Oh this. Oh how I love it. At first I walked away from it because he wanted $20 for it and it really, really needs to be cleaned.
It has mildew spots on it which are highly intimidating. And not just a few of them either.
I have bought a fair amount of stuff from this guy, and I know him to be very fair and very friendly. I HATE to pull out the "oh, it's dirty and needs to be repaired, blah blah blah" card, I know they hear it all the time. But in this case, it was true and unavoidable.
He took $15 for it. And I love it more and more. Look at how she has gathered those inner petals!
I will be taking my sweet time figuring out how to very gently clean it. And then I need to do something about rebinding it.
Ahhhhh, turning lemons into lemonade.
A very, very good thing.
*If they ever get my sewing machine repaired so I can actually sew again. The Husky dealer takes at least a month every single time any little thing goes wrong with it. Frustrating stuff.
Labels: Flea Market Finds