Serious in that, I decided to go big. Without reservation, I took those brilliant rainbow hexagons and cobbled them into one mother of a beach bag. How big? In the picture above there are no less than three gigantic beach towels tucked inside, and there’s still plenty of room to spare.
Serious? Long handles to swing over your shoulder without worrying about it bumping into anything else that might be hanging there.
Handles crocheted with two strands of worsted weight cotton and doubled up on each other….that kind of serious….
The lining? A repurposed pillow case….because a serious bag should have a seriously competent lining. But mostly I thought it was pretty…and easy….I cut the top off, hemmed it, and stitched it in. Easy is cool…and serious….
This is a vacation bag, and this girl is going on vacation! Have a wonderful weekend and week my friends!
I spent a little quality time with my number one girl yesterday. She’s developed a new obsession with stuffed monkeys. She’s apparently in the middle of some kind of tween self re-branding and the monkey seems to be symbolic and key to her metamorphosis. Anyway, the long and short of it is that she’s proclaimed herself to be a monkey collector and now she’s doing the Vulcan mind-meld on me and lobbying for new and more fabulous monkeys in her life. I’m standing firm. Her room is already a fall-out shelter for stuffed animals. No new monkeys!
So, ever the rock, I asked her, “how about we find a pattern for a monkey? Maybe we can make it?” (Be advised, I carry much mother-guilt over how little time I spend with my craftiest child doing anything that could be characterized as crafting.) So I’m thinking, two birds-one stone. I assuage the mother-guilt aka-the “monkey” on my back . She gets a monkey. She was lukewarm to the idea. None of the free patterns we found on-line really floated her boat. I rejected the amigurumi patterns she liked. I didn’t want to present her with a monkey. I wanted her to participate in making a monkey. Then she presented the solution, “Mom-how about we make a pillowcase like I did with Memaw (her grandmother) that time? Then I can like, draw a monkey on it!” Great idea, angel, but maybe we try doing the monkey in applique? So here is the compromise.
Behold our first applique ever! He’s a cheeky rascal…
He’s just lightly fused with some iron-on strips pending stitching. I think he’s cute. My crafty little diva did a great job picking fabrics, cutting and even doing some of the stitching. She’s awesome! We’ll finish him next weekend and place him in a position of honor and prestige in her sanctum, which is of course, a hot pink, black and zebra striped zone fit for a tween!