I Wish

Oh, I do wish I had  taken photos of all the bags I made from this pattern.

See the price?  See how mangled the envelope is?

I made at least 3 from the tote on the upper right.

I made at least 4 from the purse on the upper right.

None from the other 2 styles.



Each of my three children had a school tote for their first year of school.

I made purses for myself when I needed one and couldn't find what I wanted.




Over the years,( did I say 1975?) I modified the purse pattern to add interior pockets and narrow the strap.  As I said above, I haven't any photos of these creations except for one. 

I was going to the opera a few years back and wanted a dressier bag.  I had purchased some silk satin at a silk outlet in the LA area.  Not wanting a big purse, I modified again to make it smaller with a longer, thinner strap.  Then added a shimmery tassel.

Can you see the tassel?  I really need to use my camera and stop taking all my photos with my Windows phone.











The photo of the interior of the bag is not great either, but take a look.

The silver satin on the inside is an excellent match for the outside. Can you see the pocket?  It's pretty wrinkled from hanging without being moved.  It's been a long time since I went to the opera.



Just a short one today.  I was poking about this morning trying to get rid of things.  Seeing this bag reminded my of how much I love LOVE using a pattern more than once.  Don't you feel the same?

The winning pattern for the greatest number of times used is Amber Creations Sleepover Satchel.  So far, I have made 10 satchels.

One of these days I will astound you with all the clothes I've made for my kids.  My kids are grown now and even my grandson is into adult sizes, but I still like to sew for them once in awhile.

Have a day that makes you smile. Please.

A Sunday

I really miss going to church.  The singing, the praying, listening to the message,  I miss all of it.  Why, then , you ask, don't I just go?  That is not an easy question to answer. The reason might have something to so with the church I left behind, which doesn't exist anymore.  Well, it might still be there in San Jose, but so many of the members and even the pastor are elsewhere. Excuse me for musing.  I'll find my church home this year, hopefully.

Here's the third bag and there is a fourth one nearly done.  I'm not going to bore you by showing every one I make. 

This fabric might also look familiar.  

I wanted to use something not as feminine.  I've got plenty of fabric.  You know that because you've been shown  before.

Today I am going to cut out the jacket I will be making for my sister, Patricia.  I've been adjusting the pattern so hopefully it will be a good fit.

Dog story coming.

Bag done

I am not happy with the bag.  The handles, although not hard to make, were tricky to sew together to form the loop.   See the finished item below.  Since there were four fabric on the outside I show two views outside and just a peek at the inner.

The color is bad again, but for reference the handles are a bright lime green.

Side one

Side two

Inside.  I really like that inner fabric.  It would like a nice summery top.  Instead it's where it will be seldom seen. Alas.

That's really all for now.  I have a skirt to sew (Not another one?) and after that a 1850's period correct dress for my volunteering at Marshall Gold Discovery State Historic Park.    I've been working on my corset. More later on all of that.

 

Zorro contemplates the edge of the world.

A Minute in Time

Just now I went out to survey the garden as I've been watering the tomatoes to much and the blossoms have been dropping off.  I watered Monday today is Thursday.  I worry.  But the garden looked fine. No shriveled plants from dehydration.  It's breezy and rather mild so I sat on the old wooden bench that's next to the house and just enjoyed the view.

 

(This doesn't play like a video, very choppy. I'm sorry)

The hill is always brown in summer, but I rather like it. Just in front of me is the thyme and next to  it an old lavender that's gone a bit woody. The lovely pink oleander then up the hill to the oaks and blue blue sky.  Once more back to the thyme and the nice tall spires that stick out from them.  Weeds I should pull and haven't and, to be honest, may not.  They add something, I think.  Up again to the pine than sprouted all on it's own where I couldn't get anything to grow. Twenty or more years ago.

One minute in time.  So pleasant. A minute among others for which I thank the Lord.

Here's an update photo of the bag I'm making.  Interrupted at the machine yesterday in mid seam.  Back at it today.  Might even finish it.

Rejoice for this is a day that the Lord has made.