Fort Rock Homestead Museum {Part 3}

I'm kind of running out of things to say about these wonderful old quilts, except for the fact that I absolutely love them. 

Wouldn't you love to see one of these old kitchens in action? They have to have been more cluttered in real life, because there would have been food in there too and not just a couple of random jars and containers of spices. I really want to know how these women got things done.

My favorite part of this museum is that you're free to wander through the houses and buildings. There are no ropes across the doors or pieces of clear plexiglass to squint through. You're in the rooms and free to walk around and get a close look at everything.

I still like the faded Dresden plates best, but this one is gorgeous!

I couldn't tell if this embroidery was crayon tinted or not. Could it have been watercolors?

Not my favorite image, but I like the idea of it. Being the only one not asleep is one of my favorite things.

This is absolutely the last of the pictures from the homestead museum. You can find the rest in part one, and part two.

At the "Big Ass Manly Sale"

The signs for the Big Ass Many Sale looked like they'd been written by a woman. My husband and I both had the same thought, but we were out for a drive and it seemed like it was worth a little detour.

Most of the stuff spread out on the grass looked appropriately manly...although I know a lot of female bloggers who would have snapped it up...

The ladder would have been tempting if we didn't have one just like it in the barn already.

So what does a woman buy at a sale like that?

A water bath canner that may or may not leak, and vintage crayons. (I'm on a quest for a Prussian Blue crayon and couldn't remember what year they were discontinued because it's not my project.) I wasn't looking for the vintage coloring books, not really, but the answer when I asked what he wanted for the crayons was "They're yours!" and then he dug out the old coloring books from a box under the table and threw those in too. I'll find a use for 'em. Or find someone who had a use for 'em.

Hubby bought some mysterious metal things, and I bought a wooden ironing board for five bucks. It was in great shape and my daughter only has a rickety metal one. (Cosplayers, unlike the rest of us, actually iron their clothing.)

And my husband bought the bike from the first picture. I didn't ask questions, because I was bringing home ancient coloring books and he wasn't complaining about that.

By the way, if you convince your husband that wooden ironing boards are hard to come by outside of antique malls, that apparently means you'll find a second one a day later, also at a pretty decent price. We left that one for someone else to find and love.