Sleeping with Grampa's pants

Having gone to yard and estate sales most of my life and had my share of my own..NEVER had I experienced what happened to me at my latest trek of yard sales this past weekend. First, I purchased this for $2. A white chippy wrought iron plant stand that I will probably spray white.




...and then I came across this box of crafty stuff...red velvet ribbon, gold ribbon, green fuzzy pipe cleaners, red raffia, a red vase and lots more....all this for $1



...and then I came to the house of bad decisions... As I circle around this front yard, scoping out the yard sale landscape, I am listening to the what I think are the owners of said home as they bicker with each other about something or other concerning a price on something a customer wanted. They couldn't agree and the man turned on his heels and left to go into the house as the woman continued her negotiations and transaction with her prospective buyer. He came out again when the buyer left and started arguing regarding pricing and he kept saying things like "This was gramma's, why are you selling it?" and "I don't wanna sell this". OK...now I thinkin'
there is some stuff here that is #1 Old...#2 has sentimental value ...#3 maybe shouldn't be here and #4 right up my alley.

...and then I saw it. A flash of red outta the corner of my eye, some sort of throw I thought. As I walked fast toward it, horses appeared and they were pulling carts and buggys. I picked it up and it was a bedspread. A very large bedspread and as I turned it over it's other side was made up of some sort of patch work. Grays, browns, blacks and tweedy fabric. Hmmmm, I thought this is interesting and old.

The lady came up to me and told me $1. I repeated back to her $1? Ah, ha she replied. I asked her what this was, bedspread, comforter? She started to tell me how her GREAT GRANDMOTHER sewn that for her GREAT GRANDFATHER because he loved horses and had a buggy and that the patch work on the other side was put together using squares from his old suites. YES...his old clothing...SUITS....and how her grandmother had it in the spare room and didn't like it and gave it to her mother who hated it and somehow it came into this girls possession and she didn't like it either.

I was shocked. In my opinion...even if you hated something that was passed down from generations....you just kept it. Put it in a box up in the rafters hidden...anywhere...but you don't sell it for $1 at a yard sale. Needles to say I wanted it but was afraid the crazy guy would come and snatch it from my grip. I asked her twice if she was sure, ya know, after all, it is an heirloom..Yep!! "I'm sure" she said. I then asked her if yer husband was OK with it...She laughed and said "that's my brother and he can't stand this thing, we didn't even like it when it was at our grandparents house". OK then, sold for $1...

I'd like to think that I was doing a good deed and saving the integrity of the family name and that I was spreading good karma into the Universe knowing that I had a daughter that was horse crazy and would take care of it and appreciate it...plus, I couldn't pass up a crazy bargain like this...I'm Just Sayin'