I am having a sale at my Esty shop. Lots of pretty things are on sale so we can make room for our handmade & vintage Christmas ornaments, stockings & decorations.
Here are a few of the wonderful things we have on sale in the shop:
I made this Euro sized pillow from a vintage feed sack. Collecting & working with vintage things always makes me think of who used them before. Part of what I love about vintage decor is imagining the back story on all my finds.
Sometimes even the story of acquiring the vintage piece is interesting. Such is the story of the yard sale adventure I had scoring this feed sack.
One Saturday morning I stopped at a yard sale. Two older men in golf shirts seemed to be running the sale. As it turns out they were brothers clearing out their parents home. Let me tell you the stuff was priced to move. Maybe because their golf clubs were leaning on the the porch rail ready to go!
I collected arms full of rusty old goodness, glassware & a chair. Then I noticed the path to the back yard. “Anything for sale in the back?”. The two golfers looked at each other & said “…uhhh you probably wouldn’t want anything back there”. ( They obviously had no idea who they were dealing with! ) “I’ll just take a look,ok?” I left my finds in a pile & off I went. Two golfers could not stop me, I was on the hunt!
The backyard was a treasure trove. Old galvanized watering cans, vintage gardening tools, a shed full of wire baskets, old crackly mirrors, a dresser or two, metal lawn chairs & a ratty looking trunk. It was a cool morning, but I started to sweat. You know the feeling!
I grabbed a few watering cans, a basket & then made my move toward the trunk. Just then out of the beat up car in the driveway emerged what could only be the third brother. He looked like the golfers, but he was no golfer from what I could tell. He smelled like beer and looked like he had slept in the car.
“You here for the sale?” he asked. “Yes, why yes I am”…as I opened the trunk. He must have seen my eyes widen ( I have to work on the poker face ) as I spied piles of feed sacks. This stash was like yard sale gold!
Suddenly the trunk was slammed shut & he said they weren’t for sale. Startled but determined to get these sacks, I asked why…
Well, about an hour later I had heard his entire life story & let me tell you, it wasn’t all sunshine & roses. He was the “black sheep” of the family no doubt. Round about the end of his story he asked what I was going to do with the feed sacks. I told him re-purpose them into something people will like. He said he wished he could do that to himself.
We exchanged sad smiles. He told me I could take the feed sacks, he would keep just a few. I said goodbye & made my way to the front, arms full of feed sacks, to collect my original pile & pay. The golfers were gone. Off to the links I guess.
I went to the back & tried to pay, but he refused. He told me to make something people will really like out of all the stuff.
I guess sometimes just listening is enough.
** Kelly **