There’s nothing better than walking into the office on a Monday morning to be greeted by the sight of a fab vintage suitcase.
My picker had been busy hitting the estate sales last weekend, while I, on the other hand, was busy painting.
By the way, if you don’t remember my last post about my picker, my friend/co-worker/garage sale mentor, Sue, is now my official picker. In other words, if she sees something when she’s out and about that she thinks I would like, she picks it up for me.
So when I saw the suitcase sitting there in my office, I knew she’d found it for me.
I didn’t immediately take the time for a closer look. I hadn’t had my coffee yet, and a girl has to have certain priorities. I ran into Sue at the coffee machine and thanked her for finding the suitcase and she said it’s not just the suitcase, there’s more inside!
Apparently Sue had been at an estate sale where everything that fit into a grocery bag was $5 for the whole bag. So she filled one up for me!
Isn’t the needlework on this pillowcase fantastic?
I’ve never seen little flowers like those before, have you? It must have taken quite a bit of time, not to mention floss, to stitch all of those.
I’m not sure what I’ll do with this price tag stamp. Maybe I’ll even use it for its intended purpose!
As I unwrapped the items bundled up in newspaper I found this beautiful green transferware tureen, or is it for gravy? It’s rather small for anything else.
But isn’t it gorgeous? I’m trying really hard not to add a transferware non-collection to my list of other items that I absolutely deny that I collect. But sometimes these things are just really hard to resist.
The other item wrapped in paper was this sweet ironstone gravy boat.
Here’s the mark on the bottom.
I’ll fully admit to perhaps having a few more ironstone gravy boats than one can legitimately claim are simply for serving gravy. Especially if one doesn’t actually even know how to make gravy.
But still … do I have to admit that it’s yet another item that I deny collecting?
And underneath all of the goodies packed into the case …
the keys to the suitcase, or are they the keys to my heart. You tell me.
Now that’s my kind of Monday.