If you've spent any time on eBay, you know what NOS means: new old stock. Old stuff that's never been used. Usually perfect and lovely. NOS makes my heart beat faster. Feedsacks make my heart beat faster. NOS feedsacks - well, I'm surprised I survived the experience.
None of the feedsacks I got Saturday had been used. Lots of them have their original paper labels. They were stored inside this little house, along with a ton of other stuff. The auction was on behalf of the people who bought the house, contents and all, and despaired of the idea they'd ever be able to sort it out themselves. No one seems to know why one of the previous occupants had so many feedsacks. (Or so many pillowcases - there were hundreds. Or dishtowels. Hundreds of them, too. It was kind of a hoarding situation, except the things that had been hoarded were beautiful and perfect. Not like any episode of "Hoarders" I've ever seen.)
I arrived in Ohio for the auction preview Friday afternoon. The auction was Saturday morning. The hotel where I stayed Friday night sent me a survey today. One of the questions was "How well did you sleep?" Since there was not an option for checking "I kept waking up because I was thinking about those feedsacks," I said I slept well. But I didn't.
Here are some of my favorites. Well, they're all my favorites, but here are some. For the most part, I was able to get more than one of each print ... in some cases five or six of each. They were not cheap. That's all I'm going to say on that subject.
I didn't get much else at the auction, but I did get a few other things ... yes, there is a break from feedsacks in the near future!