I don't know about you, but I LOVE estate sales. I don't know what it is about them, but maybe it's the chance to take a trip back in time. You never know when you'll see toys you had when you were a toddler, or clothes that you wore in high school. Other people's stuff triggers all kinds of memories. And when some of those positive triggers are for sale? Well, guess who grabs them up and takes them home? That would be me.
I'm like a magpie. When I see something I like, and the price is right? I bring it home. Doesn't matter if I need it like another hole in my head, I get it anyway. I have a big house, right? har har, not so much any more!!
Anyway, on Saturday, we swung by an estate sale. They had all kinds of fabric items on a table in the garage. There, in a grocery bag, were some wool blocks for a crazy quilt, all embroidered, and ready to piece together. I flipped through them, and asked, "How much?"
Well, when she said, "$1? For all of them, not a piece?" I said, "Sold!" and then found a second bag with another 5 or 6 blocks. She threw them in for free.
They're a bit musty, so they're outside airing.
In other news, the first iris are thinking of blooming. Stay tuned, because once one pops, the rest can not be far behind.
Art with Grandma
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