I got a tied quilt on eBay that first was in USPS la la land for so long that I reported it as lost (that's all you have to do to have a package arrive the next day, so that's what I did). The seller sent it parcel post to go from Oregon to Georgia. I think I would have sent it a different, shall we say, swifter, way. I was hoping to take it apart and a) use the fabrics for small quilts and b) have more antique fabric reference, because there are plenty of old fabrics in the quilt. Sadly, the seller did not report that the quilt was a) filthy and had a stench such that it could not be brought inside a house and b) that the fabrics are rotten. So, using it for small quilts is probably not a possibility but I still have a nice library of reference fabrics.
I took the quilt apart outside on the picnic table, shuddering at the stench the whole way. Here is the backing, which I love, and some of it might be usable, after its second soaking. No, that is not dye. It is filth.
Here is the original quilt:
And here are the Puss in the Corner patches and setting fabric:
Haven't soaked these guys yet. So many wonderful prints in the nine patches and I love the setting fabric.
Just waiting on the last Temecula block here!
Timothy Update: He has joyously (Mom: "Timothy, won't you miss me?" Timmy: "No, Mom.") moved into a rental house with two old friends. They are so excited about this house and the fact that they're all rooming together. He has done every medical exam necessary for his discharge from the Marines and is just waiting for it to be finalized in early September. He got a wonderful, glorious German Shepherd a few days ago named Ace. Here they are moving a queen size bed just purchased on craigslist; there was a tiny slot for Ace to sit in and Timothy has one of the bed legs squishing his thigh:
Oh, Ace! He looked a little sad the first time Timothy brought him over, which was after their six-hour drive home from south Georgia. He was back with his breeder after the original buyer returned him. I'm sure he wondered what was happening and why he wasn't with his dad dog any more. But the second time, wow, he was one Happy Dog. Timothy had brushed him till he shone, he had his toys with him, and he had spent the morning at the dog park in Piedmont Park, the Atlanta equivalent of Central Park.
Me Update: The doctor is trying a different drug. The first one stopped working and the numbers started going back up. Too soon to know if the second drug is doing anything but I'm telling the c cells every day that they are dead, dead, dead.