I have carried bags I made for myself for a very long time. I like that they have the pockets that I need, the bag is a suitable size for me, and the fabrics I use are a reflection of my personality.
However, out in the wild, I get the most interesting response. The conversation goes something like this:
"Where did you get that bag?"
"I made it."
"You're kidding!"
Very weird. Why wouldn't I make it? Where do they think bags come from? Magical elves?
Oh, well. I recently looked at my everyday clutch and decided that it was looking a little worn. Apparently I made it 3 years ago. So it is time for a new bag. Something bright for the spring that is still playing hide and seek.
I was playing in my stash. I recently sorted my fabrics again, to put themes together. At the same time, I pulled some fabric to give to a friend for her latest charity project.
In this box are cats, EMS, animals, Laurel Burch, and crafting themed fabric. I have another 2 boxes this size, though the second one isn't full.
I started putting fabrics together, that I liked.
Take 1:
It has potential, but that isn;t quite it.
Take 2:
Maybe, but I think I want something a bit brighter. I have some cork that might work. I think I'll keep playing.
I finished some knitting this week.
Baby socks and one adult sock. The second adult sock is approaching the heel.
The flowers are trying to appear.
Snowdrops and crocus on a damp and grey day. The forsythia is starting to get a yellow tinge.
Daisy is growing, too.
Her days as a lap dog are numbered.
This is the dining room conservatory.
Six Hibiscus flowers opened this morning. They are obviously ready for it to be spring.
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