After a super late night on Friday night, I was not feeling the 'get up and go' yard sale wake up call that usually comes at 7am. But then I remembered - the neighborhood retirement home.
I've been to this sale before - it's mostly a bake sale, and what appears to be a social for the residents. But there's one little table of things for sale, and I seem to find a treasure there each year. This year was no exception - I found a small grocery bag full of this fabric, hidden under the table (always look under the table!).
I clutched my treasured bag, bought some baked goods (I had to), and had a little visit, because even if I wanted to leave in a hurry, these ladies were not going to let that happen. We chatted sewing, we chatted knitting, they told me all about the woman whose fabric I was buying (perhaps more than I wanted to know, actually...oh, scandal), and I smiled as they chastised the men (who couldn't hear them anyway) to 'take the sports talk outside and get out of the way!'. Ahem.
I went right home after the visit, knowing that I wanted this bag of fabric to be my single treasure for the day, not something amongst a bunch of other things. And oh, it really is a bag full of treasure. I gingerly removed each piece of fabric (oh, and with that sweet apron tucked in there too!), quietly smiling, while Ezra watched over me and asked, "Mama...why does that make you so happy?". Because it's old, because it's precious, and because it's pretty. I suppose that's why.
And this one here might just be my very favorite old, precious and pretty thing yet.
