A few years ago, before my grey hair, Mr. Gadget and I traveled to Grand Cayman with some friends who had a timeshare there. Strangely, but apparently not too unusual on tropical islands, there were chickens roaming freely. I seem to remember a story about hurricane winds scattering cooped-up chickens, and then the nearly impossible task of re-cooping.
So here I was sitting by the pool doing a little chicken embroidery, and someone suggested I show my work to the visiting chicken. It didn't seem to make an impression though and chicken walked on hoping to find french fries.
I decided a few days ago to make another bag like the one on the left. I sewed Lefty using some fabric I received as a bonus gift with a magazine subscription. The bag and I have done lots of traveling. It's just the right size for everything I need. At some point, after we downsized our home, I downsized my handbag. I didn't really need all the crap girly necessities I always thought I needed. I threaded a hook on the strap and sewed a loop to my sunhat so I can carry that along on a hot day. It holds my mask too. Who knew?
Righty, still in progress, is being sewn from fabric I found while digging through the strata here in the Treehouse. It's denim from which I had long ago cut out a jacket, and then promptly lost interest. But the back piece had enough yardage to allow for the bag. The pattern is just something I cooked up. I'll put a dark blue cord strap on it, and a small patch pocket on the lining inside. I have some blue velcro for the closure--thanks to the combo lunch/velcro shopping trip I made to the big city with Big City Girl.
So, there you have it. This just goes to show that a person doesn't need anything special to blog about. Any old thing will do.
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