The other day I was driving home
and saw a sign on a corner
advertising an Estate Sale.
I had some spare time and thought
I'd check it out.
The sale hadn't started yet and
shoppers were eagerly waiting on the sidewalk, but
with each passing minute, the line was growing restless
and was slowly
edging its way closer and closer to the door.
When the estate seller finally opened the door....
and saw a sign on a corner
advertising an Estate Sale.
I had some spare time and thought
I'd check it out.
The sale hadn't started yet and
shoppers were eagerly waiting on the sidewalk, but
with each passing minute, the line was growing restless
and was slowly
edging its way closer and closer to the door.
When the estate seller finally opened the door....
all sanity left.
I just had to stare at the madness
that was happening in front of me.
I didn't pause long
or I might have been trampled.
I spent a few minutes going from room to room
looking at the huge amount of stuff that was in this house.
I could tell this owner had been a collector, a traveler,
a shopper, and had eclectic taste.
I poked and looked
as other shopper literally ran from
room to room, grabbing, posting sold signs on everything
and making piles.
I headed to the basement and was
amazed to see even more stuff.
But look what I found
hanging on a hanger in a corner that
no one had apparently noticed yet.
I had found my treasure.
I just had to stare at the madness
that was happening in front of me.
I didn't pause long
or I might have been trampled.
I spent a few minutes going from room to room
looking at the huge amount of stuff that was in this house.
I could tell this owner had been a collector, a traveler,
a shopper, and had eclectic taste.
I poked and looked
as other shopper literally ran from
room to room, grabbing, posting sold signs on everything
and making piles.
I headed to the basement and was
amazed to see even more stuff.
But look what I found
hanging on a hanger in a corner that
no one had apparently noticed yet.
I had found my treasure.
The price was perfect and
it's made with all those wonderful
it's made with all those wonderful
indigos, cadet blues, turkey reds,
shirtings, and double pinks fabrics.
My favorites.
shirtings, and double pinks fabrics.
My favorites.
The blocks are all hand pieced and
there's only one fabric that is starting to shred just a bit.
I did some investigating trying to find the pattern name.
It looks so familiar.
But I couldn't find it exactly.
But I couldn't find it exactly.
Anyone want to venture a guess?
I love the fact that the alternating squares
are white with tiny black dots.
So current, in terms of trends.
Someone had gotten this as a quilt top and
decided to have it machine quilted with an
overall design.
I generally don't like to see vintage tops
quilted this way, but
maybe there are situations where it might actually
have saved the top.
The quilt's been washed and it's
soft and clean.
As I watched this person's belonging
being packed up and scattered to the winds,
I was reminded
how fleeting our collections can be.
Hopefully, many of her
treasures found new homes
and can hang out in new collections,
at least for awhile.
Until Next Time-






