Another sale this morning very opposite of yesterdays. This was a professor and his wife's estate. Years of books in every room. An obviously dedicated sports fan. The house was overwhelmed with dealers. Loads of vintage items the likes of which I have never seen and would never pay the price to own. All fun to look at but I feared my hands would be empty when I left because of the lofty prices...
Deep in the depths of the basement...an open bucket with mangled fabric and a tag with fifteen written on it. More than I would normally pay. I walked past it the first time.
On my second round through the downstairs (something I always do is walk through twice, just in case) I overheard an older woman ask her husband if she could get the box. "No...you don't need anymore of that..." I wanted to get it for her just to put him in his place but it wasn't mine to do. "But it has so many good things in it honey!" "Gladys come on. Let's go."
That is when my magnet took over and pulled me to the open box. Stupidly, I did not look through it the first time. Only priced it and walked past.
With Gladys safely out of the house, I made a bee line to the check out table. Sure that there were goods inside enough to pay the price.
I couldn't buy it in good faith in front of Gladys...poor soul. That would be a smack in the face. Sweet lady at the table "Is that all?" "Yes ma'am." I tried not to peel out as I raced home to see what was waiting for me inside the bin.
Gladys was right...from unopened needles, pins, Olfa rotary cutter and 5 blades to pin cushions, and a sterling thimble. Fat quarters of the most darling feed sacks. Laura Wheeler patterns for Attic window quilt and I wasn't even at the bottom yet...
Full panels of Attic Window quilts. Thirty six inches squared. Amazing!
Laying on the bottom of the bin a tiny velvet coin purse and a souvenir program from Holiday on ice.
Gladys, thank you for the heads up about the bin. I had a fantastic afternoon going through it...and the evening wishing it was 1955 again.