The elephant and the fabric above it is from our local doc who I believe got it in South Africa. The green squares are from Barundi, and the lower piece comes from Tanzania.
The sturdy body of upholstery comes from my silent partner in Morris. She is sweet. I spoke to her on the phone the other day and she just drips honey and encouragement. I like her.
The reverse of the flap is from some high end fabric manufacturer, thanks to our fabric rep donation.
And I mustn't neglect that orangey browny pocket across from my mother's tablecloth. That's from Ruth. She has a great eye for yum-yum colour.
Is it scarey that I couldn't remember a medical test that one of my kids had only a year ago, but I can remember where each and every piece of this bag came from?! I think that's kinda scarey.
Thursday today. Same basic routine as ever, things are going swimmingly well over at the Darfur blog lately. Thanks for all your support, and I really mean that. All of it. The comments, the insights, the donations, the encouragements, the feedback. At this speed, I'm going to have as many friends as I have pieces of fabric. And there just might be a law against that sort of thing.