The Mystery Lot Part 2

I should have mentioned yesterday that I was hoping to find some embroidery thread in this lot, but alas, didn't happen. This is another pre-quilted panel that is about crib size. Of course Patches is a yellow dragon, two of my least favorite things, but I think I'll bind the panel, wash it and donate it to my Goodwill. That will be good for my soul. :)

Ditto on this pre-quilted cut -n-sew panel of Sesame Street baby bibs. Okay, I might have to keep Oscar; he was always my favorite character.

The embroidery portion of this lot was obviously describing the stamped pillowcases.

The original owner was very fond of embroidering pillowcases. Each of these piles are a matching set of two.

As are these.

And these.

And these! Ha. Tell you what, even if I don't embroider them, I'll never have to buy another pillowcase in this lifetime and the next. :)

I found enough cheater quilt panels to make a set of four matching pillows.

And now for weirdness: In the lot I found a huge pile of these 29" X 28" white cotton utility cloths -- twenty-one of them, to be exact. They had been saved for so long the adhesive from the labels dyed a gold patch on the fabric. I don't think they're shop rags, as they're too nice. Maybe reusable dusting cloths?

The oddball bits are the finale, and they're definitely a bizarre assortment: a small yarn loom, 5 mini and 1 standard size bars of soap, cream lace binding, an embossing wheel with flowers, a package of darning needles, two small plastic embroidery hoops, a pocket sewing kit advertising a funeral home (yes -- creeped me out, too), and a roll of wide black twill tape.

It's not what I hoped for, but in a way it's so much more than I hoped for, too. I love the randomness and weirdness, the vintage kits, the kitchen towel from 1980, and especially the mystery surrounding all of it. I'll never know why the original maker saved all this stuff, but I will do my best to recycle and reuse what I can.

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