The first shop was nice. I'd been there before. It is one of the nicer shops in Aurora and has the feel of a New England antiques shop, but I didn't spend much time there. Did a quick walk-through, and nothing jumped out.
The second shop, Time After Time, was also nice. I'd been there before, too, but didn't realize until I got the card it was called "The Ladies Shop" and a Ladies gift shop. That was amusing. There's really something for everyone. When I talked to the Proprietress, Karen Townsend, she was very friendly and said the person who did all the buying for the shop was a man. So, gentlemen, no need to be afraid. It's a neat little antique shop, worth the return visit.
Of course, I snatched it up quickly, hugging it tightly as I darted over to the register. As soon as I posted a photo on Facebook and Instagram, people were asking if it was the same Barbara McKie who they knew from SAQA. I didn't know, but soon found out. She had a web site, so I sent a note and soon heard back. Same Barbara McKie, award winning quiltmaker who currently makes art quilts, wearable art, and beaded jewelry. The web site also includes the sculpture of her husband, James Edward McKie, Jr.
A pair of artists, how fabulous!!
"It was so long ago, I actually forgot where it went," she said in the e-mail. "That was back when I was making quilts that today would be called Mid-Century Modern." She also said it had appeared in a magazine, so I'll be on the lookout for it. If anyone out there can find the magazine, I would love to see it. All part of the history of this amazing quilt.
By the way, it is 80" x 94", made of cotton and machine pieced with hand appliqued circles, machine quilting and the wonderful, bold hand embroidered inscription. It has a totally mod, "Spy vs. Spy" thing going on. I can't wait to hear the whole story behind the inspiration and the pattern.
And I still can't believe the luck I have finding quilts. At the same time, I feel very connected with their makers. We're on the same wavelength, so to speak.
When I left Time After Time, I went back to the lamp shop. My lamp was ready. It must've been my lucky day. The man who fixed it offered to buy it, and I was happy to sell it to him. I didn't have to pay for the repair, and walked out with a pocketful of cash.