can you believe it?

I always hear of people and the ridiculous finds that they get at yard sales and I burn with jealousy every time. Why can't I find such treasures? Well, on Saturday I did!

The dentist's office down the street was having a rummage sale with the proceeds going towards the group's "Relay for Life" team. One of the women who works at the office has breast cancer and she organized the sale. I picked up some little books for Reid (he was with me, out of his stroller, and trying to figure out how to pogo stick) and as I was walking around saw a box of fabric. Of course I stopped to check it out and deep inside I found this. It's a finished quilt top, a double bed size, all pieced together of about 1" wide hexagons. Millions of them. Probably 30+ years old. And get this, it's HAND PIECED! For you non-sewers, that means that some crazy lady out there sewed all of these tiny fabric scraps together with a needle and thread, BY HAND! I'm beyond jazzed.

When I took it up to the table to pay for it, the lady was like, "um...how about 2 dollars?"

me: (choking a little bit) "2 dollars? Did you ladies look at this?"

This is why I'm a horrible haggler. Horrible. I just can't feel right about it. I showed them how awesome it was and that it was hand pieced and that it's completely gorgeous and then handed them the twenty that I had with me. Erik was glad that I didn't have more money on me at the time. I don't care that they only wanted two bucks...it's wonderful, it's for charity, and I couldn't be happier. Except for a little residual guilt because I feel like they still got robbed. Two dollars?! Crazy.