Ahhh … b r e a t he ….

A mother’s love crafted that crocheted afghan, a reminder of all her creations over the years for her family and grandchildren.  A cushion to rest your weary head, one of my earlier quilting efforts from a kit, as mother has always loved all things blue.  Martha the moose, a comforting friend when Mom was sick and had to have some bedrest, selected from a Clarenville craft show a few years back.  And the best of all … that beloved rocking chair.  I remember laying my proverbial “eyes on the prize” in the corner of the shop.  With no price tag that I could see, I asked the owner if it was for sale.  She wasn’t sure.  It was her aunt’s, she said, included with a few other old pieces she had just brought in to see if anyone was interested.  Was I ever.  I said I would like to leave with it, and so she made the call.
Now, had I been in Toronto, or anywhere else (where they could tell I was a goner from a mile away), the price likely would’ve tripled for this anticipating buyer, knowing it would be purchased without heed for the cost.  However … I remind you … I was NOT in Toronto.  She promptly advised me that $90 would be enough.  How fast can you say SOLD?  Still not quite sure how I fit it in the Jeep, amidst passengers human and canine, a dog crate, clothing and other travelling accoutrements.  Still not quite sure how it ended up in some other bedroom than mine either!