Nearly every Saturday and Sunday I roam along the tables at ourlocal farmers market. I buy fresh fruits and veggies, old linens an things. An old doll might catch my eye, then its home to the family. The flock is restless waiting for breakfast as usual but on this particular Sunday morning I insisted they wait for just a few minutes.

That's because mom found a treasure at the market, a beautiful quilt in a star pattern. It is unfinished, as far as quilts go it needed rescuing.

The seller had it laying on the floor, crumpled up as if no one cared. I

spread it out, thinking he didn't have a clue about what quilters think of mishandling a treasure such as this. He called out to me, that someone had done a lovely job making the quilt. I bit my tongue and asked how much. He told me, I was shocked but said no more. I gave him the money and hurried home.

This quilt was not loved, it was hand pieced, then put together  in a not so nice way. The previous owner attempted to machine quilt and hand quilt, but started on the edge. After feeding my flock and placing a kiss o two for the cat, I retreated to the back yard  for some me time.  Five hours later I had painstakingly removed every quilting thread.

Then I spread it out to be admired. What a beauty. Now when time allows it will be hand quilted and be a treasure to enjoy for many years to come.