Thursday, May 1, 2014

Vintage Finds

So.  This past weekend ~ I went-a-shoppin'  ~ at the Barn Sale ~ with my Kindred.  

As usual we enabled, no, encouraged, no, that's not right either.  . . . enjoyed, that's it, enjoyed! each other's company.  I didn't have a plan.  Nope.  Just flyin' by the seat of my pants, I was. "Cause that's the way I roll most times.  Having a plan = disappointment.  Disappointment as in not finding what you want.  I'm more apt to let my treasures find me.  So. . . .  as I was fltittin' along that's exactly what happened.  Some treasures found me!   Little, ol' me. 

But since this is the home of cotton and her kin, I shall tell of the finds I found concerning that beautiful mess.

I'm (as most know) a sucker for cotton.  Old, new, vintage, retro, you name it, I could love it.  But you know what they say about love ~ it.  is.  blind.  I became blind.  Blinded by the red and white goodness that was spread on a table before me.  As a feast for the cotton deprived eye, it was there,  tantalizingly beautiful.  Her flaws hidden from the naked eye.   Beckoning without saying a word.
Her beauty speaking for her, calling to me.  I was smitten.  I was snagged.  Hook.  Line.  Sinker. 

I told myself I was strong.  I was only buying ONE thing.  One.  And I did. 



And I walked away.  And I pondered.  I longed for.  I coveted those that I left behind.  I caved.
I returned.  I bought. 



I was assured the linens would wash up nicely.
Um.. . . . not quite so.
The "stains" were of the devil.




I was told the quilt blocks were made from old grain sacks.
I washed them when I got home.  I wouldn't normally do that, but the words:  mouse and pee, used together in the same sentence don't sit well with me. 
 Now they are wonky.


 
 
 
I discovered I like the grungy look they have.  Some of them are grungier than others, as you can see.
I am making a runner with them. I had some  homespun that will work nicely for the backing.  I will quilt it up with some of that vintage thread I got at the last barn sale.
 


I have plans for the other goodies as well, but I shall share them as they land on the drawing board.

Sew until we meet again,
Lovely Daydreams from the Land of  Cotton

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