Sometimes we get exactly what we need when we need it.
Yesterday, on the way home from Jacob's 2nd week check up (his counts are still on the rise and looking good...we now have a 10 day break until his next appointment!) we saw a sign for city wide garage sales. It was later in the day but the kids begged to go to a few so we drove around the town and stopped at a few. They looked very picked over by that point so we didn't find anything, until we stumbled upon a sale in a church. I love church sales, they are often run by the older ladies in the church and I find goodies such as vintage linens, fun old dishes, and items that remind me of my visits to my Grandma's house.
Walking into the sale I immediately spotted a table with vintage sheets and fabric. Hidden beneath all that I pulled out these two adorable vintage quilts.
I love, love, love quilts. Knowing that someone put so much time and love into making it (whether it was made especially for you or for a complete stranger) gives me a warm feeling. Vintage quilts are something I have been on the lookout for for quite some time, but they are a treasure that few are willing to part with. I was stoked when I saw these. There is just something about vintage fabrics that speak to me - the bright colors, the fact that they were often made with pieces of old clothing or treasured fabrics.
There was another reason my heart beat faster as I held these quilts in my arms. My Grandma made beautiful quilts and she made each of my children a baby quilt when I was pregnant with them. I have been sad about our newest little one not having that treasure from their great-grandma (yes, there is more than one reason that I have been dreadfully tired, morning sickness is really bringing me down lately). While my grandma didn't make the quilts, I have a feeling that a grandma did, and that will do.
Money doesn't buy happiness. It's amazing how something that costs as little as $1 can bring back a flood of memories and make a mama happy.