A Country Auction

Saturday was a gorgeous fall day spent with my honey at a local farm auction
 where we enjoyed the whole day together.
 And although at first glance we saw a lot of junk, there
are always those little things that if the price is right,
you may be willing to take it home with you.
Now I have been to many a auction, but this one had the most food
choices including in the morning fresh homemade pies and cakes.
The gooey butter was delish.  And when we got our lunch
I was able to put homemade pickles on my cheeseburger, we aren't in Jefferson County, MO anymore.

this building was sold for 3 bucks, somebody will be tearing it down for the barn wood

quilts, blankets & afghans

quilt on the line, i loved this one but sold for over 50

check out this old barn ~ this farm is over 3 generations

cool cart ~ didn't get to bid on
this auction had enough stuff that they had
two rings going, so it was hard to keep up at times

building was sold too, and this neat old
dry sink sold for over 200 buckaroos
(not neat enough for me)

at these old farmsteads you get to see neat things
on the property ~ like this long tunnel of grapevines

be careful at country auctions ~ you may come home with a load of goodies
had i rode in the back of the truck with all of this good stuff
the clampett's we would be called!
some goodies for us and some resell
ooh you can see the progress on the coop in the background

picked up 2 cool feeders
one for feed & one for plants

close-up of the old hand made quilt
i will cut up into pillows
this pic looks good, but it is very rough

quilt top made of men's pj's (i believe)
the cool thing is the quilt i didn't bid on
that sold for over 50, is this same material
but i only paid 5 for this, it was in the
wrong place so the quilt buyers were not nearby
to run the price up guess i can practice quilting it this winter

patio soda bottles from pepsi
so cool & retro
etsy here they come

ohh yea, whilst i was bidding away on my goodies
look what papa was buying!
will those boys be happy or what?
give those corn fields heck guys!

Quilts ~ Quilts ~ Quilts

This is all about quilts, our family quilts.  

Quilts that I have seen my whole life, heard the stories of who made them many times.  

But it wasn't until a recent visit with my Mom caused me to take another look at them.  

You see, I have this desire to simplify our life, to get down to the important things, 

the simplest things. The basics.

To learn how to bake bread, sew, cook better, grow more food, 

get debt free, raise chickens. . . . . well the list drags on for miles.

So, I decided to stop in the local quilt fabric shop and take a gander at all the pretty fabric, 

because I am trying to create a few homemade items for Christmas.

While chatting about being new to the area, my lack of sewing abilities, 

and our desire to start a berry and bee farm,

the owner suggests that I take a quilt class for beginners ~ 'Quilting 101'.

After convincing my honey that this a good investment, 

I paid my 75 bucks and got my name on the list.

Then I find out I need to bring my portable sewing machine 

(ahem, the one I had . . . not so portable)

So now, Jill must invest in a sewing machine that is portable 

(thank goodness for eBay~ and money in my paypal account)

Yesterday was my much awaited first quilting session.

We learned basic terminology, what we were going to do in each session, 

and we got to pick out and purchase our fabric for 

our table top/wall hanger star quilt.

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Might I say, I am terribly excited about this. ~ Terribly!

I am dreaming of all the quilts I can make for all the people I love.

You can be sure there will be pictures of this journey.

Don't worry, I have warned the ladies, my camera will be in tow next week!

Next session:  Cutting!

~ Our families quilts ~

This quilt is so simple, yet so beautiful

Quilted by Great Grandmother Pearl Hale (Jackson)  ~  1873-1966

My Grandmother Elizabeth Miller (Ervin)  ~  1918-1990
made this quilt top when she was teenager,
 so in the late 20's or early 30's she created this.

I would like some things to go back the way they were when my grandparents were young.

We are making little changes now, and someday everyone may have to change.
But will those skills still be there?

I wish every single day that my grandparents were still alive.
I wish that my Grandma Miller could give me baking and sewing tips,
that my Grandma Correll could teach how to crochet and we could snack on some fried okra on my front porch,
hear the stories retold from my Grandpa Miller about his childhood and his years in the Navy,
go fishing one more time with my Grandpa Correll and learn the calls of all the birds outside my window.
We sure can learn a lot from previous generations.  

Made from flour and/or sugar sacks by my Great Grandma Hale

Such adorable prints, such tiny handmade stitches.
Why isn't the world resourceful like this anymore?
Coffee came in jars we could use later for flour,
flour and sugar came in these pretty printed bags so people
could create quilts and clothing for their family.
Shortage of food?  Then grow a victory garden.
Be more self-sufficient.

Beautiful pairings of colors.
It sure did take a lot of sacks to make all those tiny squares.

I love this one.  Will I ever be good enough to make one like this??
You know they have reproduction 1940's prints at the quilt shop,
it would be a huge task, but I am not getting any younger.
 And there is no time like the present.
Although this quilt is much older than the 1940's.

This quilt my Mom has memories of her family carrying in the trunk of
their car in the 1960's as an emergency blanket and for spreading out for picnics.

My Grandmother Elizabeth Miller (Ervin) ~ her grandmother ~ my Great Great Grandmother (Firth)
made this quilt and it came over from England (give me time and I will dig up when).

My hopes are to find out some of the names of these quilts from my quilt teacher next week.

I don't know about you all, but am just sew darn happy right now.
Hope your week is full of treasures!

WELCOME SPRING!

With the sunshine that comes, so does a deep down feeling to clean house. Spring cleaning, that is. Yesterday I had the pleasure of helping my Mother clean her kitchen. She truly had no counterspace left and all of her cupboards were full. Not anymore! There actually are empty cabinets now, and more counter space than she knew she had. We recycled, donated, threw away, cleaned, scrubbed and organized.

Included in these "donations", are inherited things. The excitement of having some of my Grandmother's things passed down to me is a wonderful feeling.

For instance, I always remembered her using her mixing bowls. And being a lover of all things autumnal, these scream " FALL" to me. And I love them!






Also, in my pile of goodies are two mixing bowls. Aren't they just so neat.



And last but not least, the MOST adorable deviled egg platter with chicken salt and pepper shakers from my Mom's Grandmother (my Great Grandma). Can't wait to use this with eggs from my own hens.

After purging someone else's stuff, which is relatively easy, I now look upon my house, my basement in particular with great despair. For if we truly want to move, this basement needs to be purged, organized and cleaned. And the thought of someone else telling me what should go, makes me cringe, for example my loving husband (whom 2% of the basement is his junk and 98% is mine). So for now, I guess I must put on those work boots and get the shovel, time to spring clean my house. Hope you enjoy the sunshine and feel lighter for all the hard work spring cleaning has to offer.