NOS

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.

Sometimes I love orange. Sometimes I don't. I love these.

I limited myself mostly to small prints and bright backgrounds, but I couldn't say no to lavender.

Aqua. There's no need to say more.

I love finding prints in different colorways. And this is just a great print already.

Another great print, and amazing color.

And a tiny nautical print.

Really tiny.

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! 

Comments

[Hen]

A break from feed sacks? Not necessary. My heart is panting just thinking about the auction! Well done you!
Hen x

[Renee]

I can only imagine being overwhelmed at the plethora of fabric. My experience has only brought me to a back bedroom full of them and not as neatly kept. You are a very lucky lady. Very strong to let them go. Certainly once in a lifetime event...smiles...Renee

[Lavender Dreams]

You can't say no to Lavender! heehee! I love them all...but the lavender and aqua prints sure are sweet!

[Into Vintage]

I believe you are in a hypnotic, trance-like feedsack state of mind. The official name for it escapes me but I see all the symptoms here, in particular the one where you crossed state lines in pursuit of more feedsacks. And it sounds like you're still feeling some of your feedsack high.

Nothing wrong with that!

[Ruth]

What are you going to do with them all, once you are done drooling?

[nanette]

You are living my dream...always

[Kat]

Same print, different colors are always a special treat! Especially with feedsacks. How do you do it? And we don't need a break from feedsacks- please!!

[Kim Kenward]

You are the Queen of Feedsacks. I never grow tired. Keep them coming!

[Kathy]

Oh, how fun to have an adventure like that and get to see all of it, even if you can't bring it all home!