Not wanting to waste a minute of our time together, we left early Wednesday morning for our favorite antique shops in southern Maine. By noon I had bought 3 full-size Civil War Era quilts!!! Score! When I asked a dealer why CW quilts were so readily available and reasonably priced, he replied with a smug attitude, " We are 400 years old here. The Civil War is a small blip on our radar!" Well! It is MY blip and I'm happy to relieve them of their surplus CW quilts! Here is day one's haul...
It was Jimmie's birthday, so we had pizza and this yummidy triple berry cream cheese tart for dessert. It was as delicious as it looks!
We had planned to go to Vermont, but went to New Hampshire instead, with no set plan other than to hit every antique shop that looked interesting. Oh, they have some very interesting antique shops there! Remember in my last post I said I wanted to find a Civil War doll quilt? Wellll, I did and it is very special. I paid more for it than any of the full-sized ones. I can't imagine I'll ever find another to compare with it.
Later that day, I bought a walnut doll bed from a dealer as he took it out the back of his partner's truck in front of his shop. I didn't give him time to think about it before I made an offer. He didn't need to clean it or find a spot for it in his shop, so he made me a good deal. It is a little large for my house, so it was a challenge finding floor space for it. I now have three doll beds of different sizes to display my doll quilt collection on. I am adding a "doll bed turning" to my repertoire.
On Sunday, the 25th, Jimmie, Sandra, and I went to an antique show in Wells, ME held on the grounds of an historical farm, the name of which escapes me now. It was hot, but we were ready to suffer for the opportunity to find more treasures. It was a large show with dealers from all the New England states there.
Sissy and I taking a break on the farmhouse porch.
My find of the day? An 1860's baby quilt with poison green sashing and tiny 3" 9-patch blocks. I tried to walk away from it, but it's siren song lured me back and the dealer and I struck a deal. It now shares the distinction of vying for my favorite Maine treasure along with the doll quilt.