Some interesting estate sale finds

I love an estate sale. Especially one where I don't know the estatee. And, I much prefer an estate sale where the estatee is downsizing over a sale where they...well, deceased. That's pretty sad. Our next door neighbor's parents have moved into a smaller place and they had an estate sale on Saturday. We got there 30 minutes before it was supposed to start to get a little bit of a head start over anyone else. They had an antique dealer that came in and helped with the pricing so there was a lot left at the end of the day and they are thinking of having another sale with more negotiable prices. But, because I knew them, I wasn't going to haggle over prices anyway, so I found some things I liked and thought the price was fair and I hauled them home.

I got this book on dyeing fabrics and a little brass box. See how the spaces in the box are shaped? Clearly to make it easy to dig things out. Rob asked for that when we got home. I think he might put change in it.

I also got these nesting baskets, which I immediately came home and found a perfect use for under a sewing machine and filled with all my new quilting books that I'm still stroking and can't put in the book case yet.

And, I got this slop bucket. When I saw it, it was full of a matchbook collection. I asked them if I could take the bucket and leave the matches because I have a 12 year old. They were good with that. I asked Sydney not to carry it by the handle, so she clutched it to her chest and carried it in the house. As she put it down, I explained it's original purpose and that people used to poo in it. You never saw a girl run so fast away from something. It was one of those moments that makes all the trouble of parenting worthwhile...the chance to get revenge for all the attitude we live with every day. Don't know what the ultimate purpose will be, but for now, it's making a terrific trash can in the sewing room. Right now, it's full of thread snips that I've cut off the quilt that's in the machine.

o got a black padded desk chair that is very comfortable. As soon as I got it home, I took the arms off and put it into action in the sewing room. My old chair was a very old, solid oak secretary's chair. It creaked and moaned and with a really thick pad, it was comfortable enough. But, the new chair is more comfy. As I get older, comfortable chairs become ever more important. And, I can already tell I'm not as sore after a long stretch of quilting.

I got some other things that I'll show off during the week, including a really cool one for Vintage Thingies Thursday.

Take care and have a great Tuesday. I'm still quilting straight lines. I guess the thought that I was near through with them was more of a wish than a fact. But, the more I do, the closer I am to through. Lane