Cross my heart
(I wish I had a better photo of the first quilt, but the mosquitoes are ridiculous right now.)
I swear to you that I was not going to the 61 mile yard sale to buy quilts. We are moving house and my list of wants is bigger than quilts. I need a buffet! I need a dining room table! I need dining room chairs! I want wallpaper! and on and on.
But they just keep coming to me.
I bought the doorknobs from the guy who had this quilt. We were negotiating the price of the doorknobs, we agreed on a price, paid and were moving on. I kept petting the quilt, but I WAS NOT GOING TO BUY IT. The yellows are all different and all of the black centers are shattered.
Nope, not going to buy it.
I do not want that quilt.
That quilt is not meant to be mine.
And then fatal words were uttered.
"Give me back that five dollars in change and take the quilt."
I am buying that quilt.
(Come on now. I agree that the quilt thing is bordering on embarrassing at this point. Would you have left it sitting there for five dollars?)
Now this one, on the other hand, I did set out to buy. We drove past it, the lavender color caught my eye and I made David turn around.
The lady I bought it from said it was 15 years old and she never used it, just kept it in a bag the whole time. (!!)
It's machine quilted and sweet. (And because I know you want to know, it was $10. See what I mean??!?)
Labels: vintage quilts