We made certain that we filled every day. A wrong turn sent us by a garage sale......nothing was left uninvestigated!
Whenever I visit a new place, I always consider if I could live there. Having grown up in Minnesota, I know I could handle the weather, so I came to the conclusion that this would be a nice place to live.
Our wrong turn took us by this garage sale. I purchase 2 old baskets and Julie a butter churn. I have an old ironing board similar to this one. Julie was tempted but we knew we were running out of room.
There were a few antique quilts. I purchased one for 10.00 dollars and presently it is soaking in the bathtub. Parts of it might be reused........hoping so anyway.
These were utility make do types of quilts.
I have never seen so many wonderful old sewing machines....another brand I have not heard of.
And there were quilts.....
Another unfamiliar name in a sewing machine.
We considered tying this old school desk to the roof of our car.
Brenda found this to be her greatest temptation......she felt like it would make a fashion statement at market!
Several more quilts......they would have needed them for the cold winters.
This Old Dutch potato chip can caught my eye........I am Dutch and I grew up eating Old Dutch potato chips.
One last quilt. This antique shop was in Historic Stillwater which is the birthplace of Minnesota. It is located by the St. Croix river, and is the location of the first settlement in Minnesota. We met our friends Cindy and Tonya from Blackberry Primitives looking for booth props.......and they found some good ones.
My goodness, this week has flown and here it is the week end once again. We have had rain all week and it is forecasted that we are to have a sunny week end. Bruce and I went flower shopping and bought a few plants. I've never waited so long to plant. Between being busy and the rain I've not made much progress in my yard.
I still have much more to share with you next week. Have a splendid week end.
"Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden where flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings warmth and a richness to life that nothing else can bring. Who being loved is poor?" -Oscar Wilde