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Fifteen Dollars

When I bid a max of $15.00 for this fabric lot I thought for sure someone would outbid me. It was 40 lbs. of fabric. No one can buy what would probably be over 100 yards of fabric for that little.

Nope. I won the lot.

It definitely belonged to a quilter; I found three Missouri Star books and some patchwork in the box.

I also got 39 of these gorgeouse patchwork blocks; enough for a quilt. And then there was the fabric.

The multiple yardage pieces include about eight yards of this brown and cream floral decorator fabric down on the bottom row here.

Many of the fabrics are expensive brands like Moda and Hoffman. Lots of batiks, French General, holiday and juvenile novelty prints, and even some North Carolina sports prints.

It's probably more fabric than I can use if I live to be ninety, which I likely won't, so I have to really think about how I can share the wealth. The fabric also has a bit of a storage smell, so I will have to launder it, but otherwise it's very clean.

All of these photos are not everything that came in the lot. If I posted them all we'd be here all week. I'm also a little afraid to measure everything, but I probably will anyway to work out the cost per yard.

Cross stitch stamped quilt panels, anyone? I got six huge ones in the lot, too. :)
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