Brian was headed out of town yesterday, so on a whim, I decided to come down to my parent's house, which is about 2 hours away from where I live. You see, my great aunt Madeline passed away over Memorial weekend and I inherited a plethora of fabrics and notions and I wanted to come down and ogle everything. And it was Father's Day. And I'm a nice kid.
The drive went well, so I was quite surprised when coolant started puking forth from my car after I parked at my parent's house. The smoke billowing out from under the hood was a nice addition to the smell of burnt cookies (the coolant.) So, my little day trip turned into an all night affair. But that gave me plenty of time to inspect THE MOTHER LOAD!
Sitting amidst the construction as my parent's redo their basement, was this MOUNTAIN of boxes. All for me. Full of fabric and rick rack and buttons and thread and zippers and who knows what else. I only made it through about half of the boxes before I went into complete sensory overload, but I pulled some favorites out as I went and have documented them to share with you. I'm sure you'll be seeing a lot of this stuff in the next few days!
Various scraps that I particularly liked.
Some lovely prints.
I found it particularly amusing that a 95 year old woman would have these two patches.
Mountain o' rick rack.
Some sweet prints. I love that train!
An awesome old sheet and tablecloth.
Super cool tea towels.
The oldest embroidery I think I have ever seen.
And some phenomenal quilt blocks that will re-invent themselves as doll quilts.
All in all, the haul is great, even if I find nothing else. But I know there are other lovelies awaiting me. And Brian will be here soon to fix my car, so all is right with the world!