Joy To Behold

These days, this is pretty much what my creative mecca of a pseudo sewing room is looking like. Not that its a bad thing. But I just wanted to post some pics to show the birthing room of today's bag. That was born in great adversity: tired me, overflowing house, insolent children. Not that I'm complaining, no siree, not me.

Well, after yesterday's bag banter; I figured a should throw a couple of ladies a bone. There was some heated discussion on whether orange and red are a match or an embarrassing disgrace to the family tree. When my eye fell on these squares this morning; I decided to graciously call a truce and let the old birds have it their way.

They are elderly, and fragile.

I'm not.

Those hippy gals with their composting toilets and blue denim jumper family uniforms sure do know how to throw some awesome fabric my way. Patti and Rosa unloaded the mother load of awesomeness into my neat-as-a-pin sewing room some weeks back. I used that amazing orange for the body, remembering when Rose's little guy was a wee boy and had pants that colour. And a jacket, if memory serves me correctly.
Actually, this bag makes me think about a whole bunch of people and places. Orange from Patti; red from a woman I never actually got to meet- she passed along two boxes of fabric that she rescued from a friend's yard sale and donated to the project. Thoughtful. The leafy underside is from church Kathy's mother. Really. Another woman I've not yet met. The strap is from the Niv thrift, its a Japanese piece.

On the inside, we've got a sweet lady from the Morris thrift who donates upholstery pieces my way; plus some print from Marge- Roo's mama. She's a doll. Tiny, cute, adorable, and kind. And she makes great kids.

And that brings us to Friday.

Same ol', same ol'.

Leave me a crumb, or a name, and a number, or a comment. Or all that stuff.

And sisters? I'll still totally take all those margueritas and glasses and pitchers that you tempted me with yesterday.