Dave woke me up before the chickens were even up this morning, dressed and with his shoes on.
"Ready to go to the market?" he chirped.
"Are you insane?" I growled and pulled the covers over my head.
Jack was awake not 5 minutes later, so off we went anyway.
I was wandering around out there grumping. It's bloody hot. Half the vendors didn't even bother to come today! I kept thinking "and people like Barbara think this is some kind of vintage quilt paradise!" (And then I wished I had my camera with me so I could show what the flea market is REALLY like*, complete with chickens and stray kittens needing home and piles and piles of junk.)
And then I heard her siren song.
I've been wanting to add a Texas Star quilt to my collection for quite some time now.
This is not exactly the Texas star, but close enough.
I am seriously lucky.
She's a beauty, no?
So sorry Barbara.
This year the flea really IS a vintage quilt paradise!
I have a few other quilts that are piling up that I have been waiting to show you. (I am sure you will be shocked to hear that quilt cabinet is filling up.)
And when I am done showing them to you I have another one that needs one of you to give it a good home.
Oh yes I do.