Lately, when I sew, my 4 year old will play with some scraps of fabric and pins, “sewing” mommy a purse. Yesterday, when he finished pinning this one, he told me where to sew it on the machine and voila – a purse. I am so proud of him because he knew to fold the main piece of fabric on the bottom so that there is a place to put stuff in. Of course, we’ve told the boys that boys don’t carry purses, just girls do. If boys carry something, it’s called a bag. So after this purse was finished, he immediately started calling it a “bag”. It’s no longer for me. :o)
Look at my proud boy!
On another front, I gave a shot at my first pincushion last night. It was good practice for the needle and thread skills that I don’t have.
Lastly, I went out and got the book Felted Knits and I’ve learned so much! Who knew you were supposed to felt things in a pillowcase? I sure didn’t. My barnyard bag straps didn’t felt because they were sorta free floating in the washing machine. I refelted the bag and it’s looking much better. It is no longer my barnyard bag, since it doesn’t smell anymore. The thick wool gives me a feel of a cold mountainous place – it’s now my Sherpa Bag. I am a Sherpa woman, hiking the hills of the Himalayas to the open market to buy meat for dinner.
Do you like this picture? It’s a picture of me and my bag, superimposed on a Chinese painting that’s hanging in my dining room. :o)