It feels like ages since my last flea market Sunday.
And it was POURING rain this morning, but I was not going to be deterred. Even though it has been 100 degrees again here, I can feel the end of junk season approaching.
A fisher price repro.
"Oh, those are old. I need $2 for it." Umm, booyah! (I don't have any of these yet.)
Parts of an old Imri mobile.
I am particularly fond of the spoon. I was sitting in Grant's room rocking him endlessly at 4 am again and thinking about Renee's dresser with the Irmi handles just last night. One of Grant's knobs is broken off and I think it's time to try out that project once and for all.
A kit quilt.
Apple blossoms or dogwood? Lovely still.
How often do you see a quilt "action" photo? It was so hot and I was getting so irritated that it kept falling off the fence.
I am so charmed by the green and pink and orange of this quilt. It's faded around the edges and it was a little pricey, but it was singing to me so I went back for it. (I know quilt regret all too well. Sigh.)
Even better it's a signature quilt.
Had I had another girl she would have been Ruth.
Love the "old fashioned" names.
Back to cleaning up my wreck of a house. I give up on these damn shiny hardwood floors. I have tried every thing under the sun and nothing works. Bona, pledge, windex, vinegar, water, bruce hardwood cleaner. They are a mess. I will never have SHINY hardwood ever again.
Labels: Junking, vintage quilts