The fabric I wouldn't let go of

I had already walked two full aisles of the flea market with my crabby kids without buying a single thing when what did I spy with my little eye?

Bundles of vintage fabric scraps.

There was a lady sort of standing in front of them discussing a pair of scissors and I had flashbacks to all those records I lost a few weeks ago.

I was not losing all the fabric so I sort of reached around and started picking them up. (Why yes, I am that rude person. Ahem.) She didn't seem to care (the scissors weren't sterling, so she was leaving), so I scooped every last one of them.

There are only a few big pieces, but I don't care, even old scraps are gold to me!

There is a fair amount of this one, my favorite!








I love these towels so stinking much. I wish I had a little window I could use them as curtains for. Must find a good use for them.
There is probably a yard of this print.
This vintage juvenille print is what caught my eye in the first place.

And part of a feedsack.

See? That flea always treats me well!