Saturday, May 30, 2015
But I digress, we stopped in and I saw it from across the room. I casually passed by, looked at the hem for a tag, didn't see one. I went on. I came back. "Husband, can you unfold this with me?". I touched it and it was cool- only a 30s-50s era quilt feels cold like that.....oooooohhhhh aaaahhhhhh....
Still no tag. "Ask at the counter." He says. Shoot I know what it will be, prices have gone down to basement levels but I would need deep mine shaft low.
I found some milk bottles...$3 but you had to wash the dirt off. I'm good with that. "How much for the quilt over there?"
The young guy at the counter said there should be a tag. This is not my first rodeo young man. I know to look for the tag! We unfolded it completely, looked top to backing (which was feed sack pieced I might add and in perfect shape).
He dialed, I busied myself... I mean I know what the answer is gonna be. I folded it back and set it on the rack, walked towards the door.
"How about $45?" the 20-something guy calls out.
"I"LL TAKE IT!" Poker face shot all to blazes-
Sadly, I can't identify the pattern or even come close. The image above is just 1/2 of it. It's a double/full with added length. And she is mine :)