Several months ago one of my friends, Debi, had a "yard sale." She was trying to de-clutter some space for her new caravan. I went thinking I would support the cause, not knowing what treasures would awaited me. I found a beautiful, rusted, old, mini, sewing machine, a gorgeous vintage sheet, super fun vintage apron pattern on a nice linen, a few ceramic friends made into pin cushions, and 5 hand-stitched, hand-quilted hearts - that I promptly turned into bunting.
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Not pictured: fabulous fabric |
After this adventure my friends and I decided to check out the Nashville Flea Market. It is held the 4th weekend of every month at the State Fair Grounds. It took us three-four months to straighten our schedules but we went. I was super excited - as I had never before gone to a Flea Market. Crazy, right? I know. I'm apparently very sheltered. ;)
I warned my friends, during the 3 hour car ride, that I was not the best shopper. I explained that I
turn into a whinny toddler get tired of shopping after an hour or so (read: 20 minutes). They promised to help me behave. Lol.
At first, I was a bit down, felt left out. My friends were seeing and sometimes buying great stuff for their homes and craft booths. I just saw cute stuff I had no room to put. Until the great find of the day:
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$25 |
Hand-pieced quilt top. Someone took a lot of time to put this together. It was loved once and I am planning on showing it some love too. I'm thinking of a solid back, but practicing some hand-quilting (even though it will probably take me the next 20 years). Debi found it for me. That Debi, she's kinda like a rock star.
After that, everything else flowed. Three-pane window (that I'm gonna spruce up even though my friends told me to leave as is, John Lennon (I skip over the Yoko) and Led Zeppelin Records, and fabric - 1/2 yd or more of each.
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$10 |
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$11 |
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$5 - for everything |
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I had a blast! I didn't even ask to leave until 3:30pm - we got there at 10am, so major progress. I already want to go again. But I am no dummy. I think I'll wait until I have a place of my own to fill with my flea market finds.
XXOO
Katelyn
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