Last Saturday I was allowed off the leash for a few hours to go to the Goldfield's Quilters Quilt-In [ which I'll post about another day ]
Anyway, as I wended my way thitherwards, I passed a number of Garage Sales [Yard Sales] with only mild pangs of regret for potential missed opportunities.
THEN I saw the sign for a MONSTER garage sale at the local Historical Society and that was when I weakened.
One coffee mug later [ surprise - Christmas themed with a cat ] I was about to leave when I spied a shabby little relic slung over the verandah railing. Walking over as casually as I could, I picked it up and discovered that it was a crazy patchwork something-or-other in fairly parlous state, shredded in places and threadbare in others, but still gorgeous.
Keeping the visible excitement to a minimum I asked after the price and was told $1 with that upward rising inflection that tells you the seller is worried that they're asking too much. Well, 'casual' flew out the window. You have never seen a purse open so quickly. DONE.
When I showed it at the GTG it was obvious most of them would've done the same although a few clearly thought that I'd lost my marbles.
Now as to what it is ... there are two pockets on the inside almost like a book jacket, but it's too highly padded for that, so I think probably a nightie sachet for keeping one's pegnoir pristine.
Would it be criminal to cut it up? it really IS falling apart and I can kinda see it as the robe for a Victorian Saint Nick.
and while we're on the subject of gorgeous textile treasures we have this :
Oh this is an Indian made, celtic design cotton sheet/bedspread bought for me in Edinburgh, Scotland by Ms Beryl J.
It may well just get bordered and quilted. Gorgeous, n'est-ce pas?