Flee Market

Once a month our town holds a flee market on the fair grounds. Every time I remember to go, it is always the wrong weekend!! Not this time! My oldest daughter, hubby and Little T were going, so the rest of us tagged along.
It is huge, rows and rows of wonderful things.
BUT…
You know what I was looking for;
Fabric
Quilts
Buttons

What did I see? I saw a ton and I mean a ton of dishware; now that is fine and dandy if you collect that, I however do not. The hard part for me was to see this dishware displayed on their quilts! A display! How about selling those!!
Rows and rows of beautiful furniture I would love to own but “hold back” what a price, yikes!! Again, back behind the furniture, piles of quilts, afghans, linens, that they used to wrap the furniture!!
Our 13-year-old daughter found a cute Pez Disperser plaque and a nice print of Chicago for her room.
My daughter found nothing.
Time to go… Nothing for little Janie....
Wait; there are some quilts, in a little 3-foot by 6-foot aisle. Only the seller and I could fit. First quilt I fell in love with, way over my budget, the same for the other three quilts. I was just about to leave when out of the corner of my eye, I saw pink!!
There is was, a pink quilt. I thought I had died and gone to Heaven, it was huge at least a king!! OK, hold your breath and look for the price, how bad could it be? It was not really a “quilt”. It was a pieced top, with a pink backing, that’s all! Where is the price? Ok, let’s ask. He does not know! He needs to call his mother!! At this point, I just wanted to get out of there; this is going to coast an arm and a leg. I listen as he describes the piece to his mother, I hear him say “yes, it has a lot of detail” then I here $45!!! He must have meant $450! I ask him, “did you say $45?” “Yes, it has a lot of detail” being the great negotiator that I am I said, "yes, yes, yes, YES!!!!"
Then I did the happy dance!!!