The Singer

Bringin' back those buttony flowers. And just by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin at that.

I thought that today would be bag-less friday. I had to go to a massage last night, and from there straight to my kids' band concert, and then to my friends' for a cuppa tea.

But then I remembered that on warm, sunny days I would sometimes take a flap outside with a tin of buttons and sew all those delights on while the kiddies played in the sandbox. So, there was already a loverly flap just waiting to get sewn onto a bag of some sort.

So, I got it done, and here it is for your viewing pleasure.

All orange, and green, and pink, and blue.....

Chennille on one side of the strap, and Trinidadian batik on the other. Gorgeous. The inside pockets came from London, England. That sweet and generous Lettuce.

So, there you have it. It's "pee friday" which in daycare lingo seems to mean that someone will inevitably pee on my armchair, or in the playground, or on the trampoline before that magical hour of 5:30 pm. History predicts that these things happen on fridays.

I will hang this bag over my office door so that there is zero chance of it becoming contaminated.

Now, if you are squeamish like some people, (cough, cough, Kathy and ede) you'll likely go look for a Martha Stewart website now and study a thousand commercials on how to simplify your life.

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Really, this bag is not about pee.

It's about something else, and just falls quite by coincidence on Friday, which is what makes me think about pee.

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But I digress, and digress, and digress.

Bids taken, studied, considered, and never discarded until 8 pm, cst. By which time I will be on my second gin and tonic, and quite possibly a mohito. (sp?!)