Her psychosis deepening at an alarming rate; she begins to manufacture her own signs of spring from relics of years past when dunes were sharp memories of Januaries gone by...
It should come as no great surprise that a week ago, I witnessed a large V formation of Canada geese take flight and muscle their way back south, from whence they came. I imagine that they shot their leader for flogging them in flight all the way from Arizona to Manitoba; then elected a rougue leader to take them back; far away from this land of eternal winter.
Meanwhile, a perfectly springlike bag was well in progress, here beneath the snowstorm; the newly resurrected snowplows; and sewn to the hum of my tireless furnace.
I can fashion my own flower gardens and budding trees; thank you very much.
Using some of my favourite-est pieces, spite notwithstanding.
Since you asked..... the pieces in this bag came from Kim Z; who has a splendid eye for vintage. Boler Babe who has.... a splendid eye, not to mention splendid personlity. The swirly body part is from St Pierre thrifty shop. (They almost had to stretcher me out of the place because of my glee) And those buttons.... I hate to admit it, but it's all become a bit of a blur. I've had such lovely people gift me their buttons, and as I drool and sift through them, they've all sort of blended into one glorious melting pot of metals and plastics. I can tell you that one of the shrinky dink buttons from Lory is on the tree. (yes, that's what I said, you Saskatchewan reader with the overactive imagination.... :)
Brian can't understand why it's upsetting to me that I can no longer track which button came from which doner. But he just couldn't, could he? Does he have the same depth of love and passion?
I think not.
I happen to love the fabric of the (adjustable) strap and the inside of the flap. It has these awesome blue berries and these frolicking hounds. (thank you, Kim Z)