We’ve been having day after day of beautiful weather here. Yesterday I took full advantage (and walked my butt off)! I woke up early and walked to this flea market about a block from our house. I just knew there was a treasure there somewhere. I did a quick pass before the crowds arrived, didn’t see much, and then headed to the Fabric District to find some material for a nursery project I have in mind (more on that in a later post).
After running a few more errands, I started home and was annoyed that I had to walk through the market again, which was by that time pretty crowded. On my way past one of the sidewalk booths, though, I noticed a pretty little quilt laying there. The tag said, “Old Quilt, $30.”
Yeah, I bought it. And I love it. When I got it home and laid it on our guest bed, I realized it’s twin bed sized. That’s okay. It was still a deal, pickle.
There aren’t any stains on it and some of the edges are just a little worn and frayed, but it’s hand-stitched and will be so pretty in Clam’s room some day. You probably wouldn’t notice at first glance, but in a few places, it looks like the person who made it ran out of the fabric she was using and had to improvise. The orange pieces (see photo on bottom, right) don’t exactly match, and on one side of the quilt, the green border (photo on top right) suddenly turns into a pretty blue. I love it all the more for these little improvisations!
Now, it’s cleaned and folded and just waiting to be used, and my faith in the flea market has been restored. Somewhat.
I’m curious, what’s the best thing you ever found at a flea market?