I {heart} The Bins

 I took a long weekend and it was one of those long weekends that FEELS really long - I love when that happens!  I even had time for a trip to The Bins.  It is a very good thing that I don't live closer because I could develop a serious addiction to that treasure hunt.

 Tell me you wouldn't have brought her home with you?

 This little Santa looks like he just came down the chimney and, judging by his red cheeks, he seems to be a tad embarrassed about it.  I'll be sending him over to Laurie for some Ethel-izing.

 Wash, rinse and repeat....

 I scored a big pile of interesting patterns and hot-iron transfers.  They were all in one bin so likely the remnants of someones sewing room.  Big sigh.  When I find one old, interesting, item in a bin I thouroughly pick it because I often find more.  It will take a while to go through them all and figure out what is complete and what isn't.

 When I spotted these two patterns I went feet-off-the-floor into the bin and did a little Army crawl. (Dude, do you really need to check the zippers on that backpack right HERE because you.are.in.my.way!)  I am not tall enough to reach all the way across a bin so getting to the stuff on the other side can be a challenge.  Guerilla picking....

A seriously enormous pile of finished granny squares.  These will be headed to Etsy in hopes someone will appreciate the work that went into them and rescue them for a project of their own.
A new record at 25 pounds.