A while back I was with quilting buddies in Holdrege and there was a garage sale at the senior citizen’s center. I spied a beat-up brown grocery sack with “50¢” scrawled on the side.
The sack was full of old fabric scraps, and a quick look told me they were mostly small pieces. But for a price like that, I wasn’t about to leave them behind.
Much to my fella’s chagrin, I brake for garage sales. He’s not usually with me but he still rolls his eyes when I bring stuff home. It’s okay, I know how to ignore that.
The other day I stopped by a very junky looking sale with a ton of stuff all over the yard and driveway. I scored some random Legos for my grand boy for 25 cents, and bought the topic for today: A vintage sewing box full of sewing stuff.