A little time for gratitude

Dear friends of bags4darfur. You're a special bunch of people who encourage and delight me in wonderful ways.

I haven't posted any bags to sell for the past few weeks. I've had a bit of a backlog of stuff to mail (I don't like to have more than four or five at a time because I start to have anxiety attacks about sending the right bags to the wrong people...) and it's been hard to get to the post office. I've been getting to know "my" new daytime baby- a little whippersnapper who began coming to my house every day at 7:00 am just a few weeks ago. We've been spending lots of time together bonding.

When work gets busy and the sun comes out in spring, I don't find the kind of energy and motivation that I need to be one of those blogs that never takes a break. And sometimes I get worried and silly that I've failed at this project and don't have the kind of steadfastness that it requires.

During times like these, you people always bring things back into perspective and make me smile the kind of grin that warms right into my heart and beyond. I'm going to share some of my recent "testimonials" with you. Just this afternoon, I got a lovely note from my "Mariatu" friend.

Hey Joyce;

I am still reading your blogs, and oooooooooooh-so-frugally resisting buying any more bags. I have some bags-for-darfur go to Cuba photos – on my camera, that I will send you. I have another bag-for-darfur bag that is HUGELY admired by everyone at church whenever they see it. It is perfect for cherishing my church books.

I think fondly of you EVERY time I see one of my many bags-for-Darfur. I gave one for a wedding present last summer – instead of wrapping paper. The handles NEVER fall off.

I am happy to hear about the handles. It's something I always give extra attention to.

I am happy to think of all the places in the world my bags have travelled to.

I am happy to think of all the bag toting people in places I may never see!

The next testimonial really delighted me! It was the hippy's best possible kind of compliment.

I've been using the dark blue messenger bag (with the peace sign on the flap) a lot, and I always get tons of compliments. [I also use another, bigger one - orangey, with florals - to carry around either my laptop or cases I'm reading (I do some legal writing as a part-time job).] My husband is not as impressed - I won a Gucci bag a couple of summers ago - a raffle supporting our local humane society - and I've never once used it. I think my husband wants people to think we could afford for me to buy a Gucci purse. But I'd rather look like someone who knows great craftsmanship when she sees it, and who likes to support people who want hungry people to eat. :)

(and I sure love you for it, oh commenter. Plus it gave me a great laugh!)

And finally, a message to explain a delightful package that came in the mail that I look forward to playing with:

Hi Joyce, Thanks so much for the beautiful bag! My husband says I look like a dork when I carry it bc I walk all proud like I'm displaying it - so I'll just take that as a compliment and continue to do so. It's my new favorite thing. I've just sent you a package of sundry fabric, ties and lace stuff.

The ties belonged to (name omitted) He was especially lucky, always happy, and very adventurous - so I hope some of that super-Karma has rubbed off on the ties. He was born in 1909, and lived almost 95 years. As a busboy in his teens at the Banff Springs Hotel he cleared ashtrays from King George, and sold the butts (stamped w gold-leaf "HRH") for a nickel to tourists. He hung around the bandstand, begging free music lessons from the bands, and was in the Cdn Naval band for WWII. After the war and became the house-band leader at the Springs, where he played for tourists, world-leaders, and movie stars. He told me stories of the first motor-car to drive to Banff, of an adventure that concluded when his drunk friend stole a train (hopped on, started it and got as far as Canmore before being arrested), and of his sister who believed that the moon walk, and radios were an elaborate gov. hoax. I fell in love with him when I was 20, and he was 76, but he was happily married so I married his son instead. I digress - hope you like the ties! Just want to say I admire your work to help people in Darfur so much - you inspire me!

And that's a little of what I wanted to share with you, my people.

I'll leave you with a photo that brought my mind racing back to the Sudan.

That's my brother in Darfur, just last week.

Oh, to be a fly on his shoulder.

The One That (Finally) Got Away

 

 A summer (or two) ago, I was blissfully yard-saling away with a favorite fellow hunter.  Hidden beneath a table, we found a box full of the wildest, wooliest vintage fortrel fabrics you ever did see.  I gasped and flapped my arms about, yipped and squealed, writhed and exalted.  The fabrics had belonged the the seller's mother, and had never been used since they were purchased in the 70's (my only guess).  It was hard for her to imagine selling them, and she just couldn't let them go for a song.  Since purchasing stuff for a song is a big part of my anthem, I didn't want to spend a wad on a box of fabric.  That would mean I'd have to go home and stop the hunt.

My friend, who could have a second career as a lawyer, disclosed an embarrassing amount of information about the bags4darfur project.  I left with a decently priced chunk of psychedelic yumminess.

Also present at the yard sale was the granddaughter of the fabric's original owner.  (in my vocabulary, she's the grandchild of the FABRIC).  She expressed interest in the project and mentioned that she'd love to see a bag made from her grandmother's stash.

I took her info and made a mental note:  make her a bag.  A kind of latent gift from her grandmother.

 I made the bag.

Then I made another bag, and looked for her contact info.

Couldn't find it.  I sold the two bags, but never forgot about my intentions.  Then a year later, I got a facebook message from the granddaughter- hooray!  A chance to make things right.  I made another bag, then for the life of me, could not locate the original message.

I spent another year wondering how to find her, and regretting the I could not for the life of me remember her name.

I sold the third bag.

Then, just a month ago-- Another message!  This time I wasn't going to mess it up.  I made another bag tut sweet and shoved it in the mail before my rabbity brain could err again.

And that, my friends, is the story of the bag that finally got away.

Total kitsch

 

 What do you get when you cross a curtain, a mustard colored doily, a duvet cover, tablecloth, rik rak, and unfinished quilt squares?

 

 Silly question, right?

 The four abandoned quilt squares in adorable retro print form four pockets on one side.

 Side B also boasts two pockets.  I really like this piece; a gift from my friend the Boler Babe.

 If you're a hoarder or a micro manager, or just really organized, then this might be the bag for you!

The interior contains another four pockets.  Never lose your keys again.

 Interested in the bag?  Start your bids at $20.00 Cdn, or buy it right now for $40.00.

Bids will remain open until thursday, march 15/2012 at 7:00 pm, cst.

Leave bids and comments below.  Any questions?  re-joyce@live.ca