I’ve been meaning to update this thing for weeks. I’m halfway through making a bag at the moment from an old copy of Pride and Prejudice. It’s for a nice bloke I met at a Christmas party. Well, it’s not for him, it’s for his sister. But there I was sipping eggnog when suddenly a commission fell in my lap. Not literally. No one was that drunk, yet. But I was really pleased, and he was like the best customer ever; very determined and sure about it. What’s more, he even remembered the next day and got in touch. When you’re self employed, you never know where your next bit of work is going to come from so this made the party extra good.
Anyway, the bag is looking good. It’s sort of a mouse grey with a 1950s lime green print inside, and clear resin handles. I’ll take a picture and post it later on. I can’t think why I stopped at the point I did. I should probably stop letting myself get distracted.Oh, maybe it was to make tea? Maybe it was to get dressed? These things tend to get away from me when I’m at my workbench.
This made me giggle. A truly magical, wonderful, amazingly great and beautiful thing: