I have long maintained that thrifting in B.C. -- and particularly in small-town B.C. -- can't be beat. When I was in Vancouver last week I spotted a vintage quilt in the window of a shop on Commercial Drive; they wanted about $100, and it wasn't something I couldn't live without, so I left it there. Then, last Sunday, I went to a flea market just off Highway 97 in Summerland, and lo and behold, there was the quilt I couldn't live without. For $20. Yes, please.
I brought it back to my mom and dad's, washed it, and hung it out on their clothesline. I'm no quilt expert, but I'm thinking it is probably from the 1930s or 1940s. (Any confirmation or other guesses are more than welcome.) A scrap quilt, with bits of solids and prints, and even eyelet lace strips. Hand-quilted, of course. I didn't measure it, but I think it would fit a single bed. Can anyone tell me the name of this fan-style quilt block pattern?
It needs a little TLC; you can see the frayed edges, and there are already a couple of patches on it. My favourite part is that pink fabric around the edge. I'll have to figure out if I should patch it or just try to sew up the holes.
I was happy to find a quilt shop in Penticton earlier this week, where I bought four nice fat quarters for ... something.
And now I'm off to do some more thrifting this afternoon! Oh, and I may have already cast on for a February Lady Sweater, like the rest of the knitting universe. More on that in the next post, where I'll show you my west-coast yarn purchases.
Speaking of the west coast, how about those severed feet?