Saturday, May 31, 2014

Quilt Along Block #8, Birdhouse


I've really rushed to get this block finished up ahead of schedule. I don't want anyone to run out of work to do on this quilt while I'm otherwise occupied.

I'm afraid that I won't be doing much sewing in June as our son is having major surgery next week. I'll be spending a lot of time in the hospital at the University of Nebraska Medical Center in Omaha, where he'll be kept for a week or more. He's a bachelor, so when he's released he'll be coming home to our house for his recuperation.

I'll  be taking books and crochet along to keep me busy through long hours of waiting. I'll also have my computer and pencils and paper with me so I can sit quietly and work on new pattern designs whenever the mood arises. I hope that I get enough designing done that I can make up for lost sewing time in July, but such things are terribly unpredictable.

Working on the birdhouse block

What is it about birdhouses that makes people happy and makes quilters want to depict them on quilts?  Is it the reminder of cheery twitters early on a summer morning or something more? There are hundreds of birdhouse quilts out there, and somehow birdhouses fit right in with our theme of "home".

I considered putting many other items in this block, but they simply weren't going to fit unless I made the birdhouse and the bird pretty miniscule. So the resulting block is quite simple - a birdhouse, a bird, the branch of a tree. After making the block I've been thinking that I should add a real birdhouse to the tree in my front yard, the one that I now see from my sewing room window. Goodness knows there are enough birds in that tree! Someone should take residence.

A mistake in my block? Absolutely!

There was an unintended lapse in my thinking. When I first ironed the applique pieces onto the block, I had it just right. Then, I looked at it again and thought that the branch looked bare above the birdhouse. I had totally forgotten that a string to hang the birdhouse from the branch would fill that spot.



So I added another leaf. I didn't realize my mistake until everything was stitched and I was getting ready to sew the string.

Oops! The extra leaf was in the way! Nothing to do but let the leaf float behind the string. It works, but I would have preferred it the other way. Some quilters add an intentional mistake to every quilt, but I truly have no need to make any mistakes on purpose. I unintentionally make more than enough! Sigh...



Wishing all of you a wonderful and productive June! May all of your quilts be at least almost perfect.

Happy stitching!!






Friday, May 9, 2014

A tribute to my many mothers

Many mothers?

Oh, yes!

I am so fortunate in that my life has been enriched by the many wonderful women whom I've known as family. From each I picked up bits of knowledge and words of wisdom. Most of these women are gone now, but to honor them I'd like to share a bit about them and pass on some of their wisdom.

My Mother

My mother was the best mom a girl could ever have wanted to have. She loved unconditionally. She was rather shy and very soft spoken, but she commanded the respect of her daughters. We idolized her and did everything we could to please her. My baby sister, by her very nature, was the perfect dream child, but I was far from being so. I was headstrong, impulsive, and stubborn. I was the one found found sitting on top of the chimney of Dr. Greenough's three story house, and I was the one who tricked my little sister into doing the dishes for me night after night. I did try to be good, but that only worked if I remembered to think first. Mom never lost her temper with me and never raised her voice. The disappointment on her face was enough to make me repentant. It was probably my fear of hurting her more than anything that kept me out of trouble when I hit those teen years.

My parents on their 50th wedding anniversary.
Mother was a perfectionist in all things and many of the lessons my sister and I learned reflect that aspect of her personality. She also loved children and was a child magnet. She had "baby magic". Crying infants quieted in her arms, and small children that she barely knew often crawled on her lap and snuggled in.

A few lessons from Mom:
  • Sewing should look as clean and beautiful on the inside as it does on the outside.
  • Press every seam as you sew.
  • Kitchens and bathroom need to be cleaned every day. Sometimes several times. Your faucets and tiles should never show water spots or mineral deposits.
  • A home should always be a place you can be proud of. There should never be anything to hide from unannounced visitors.
  • Nothing was ever solved by losing your temper.
  • Children are precious. Cherish every moment you have with them.
  • Carry yourself with pride, take care to look your best at all times, and you will be treated with respect.
  • Start the day with a neatly made bed and clean, freshly pressed clothes.
  • Never go to bed dirty. 
  • Sheets that are line dried in the sun smell fresh and wonderful.
  • Sometimes milk macaroni makes a perfectly good lunch.
  • Scorched dinner rolls are definitely edible!
  • Tomato soup should be served with grilled cheese sandwiches.
  • Chicken soup is good medicine.
  • Sauerkraut and sausage make a lovely meal. Don't listen to your father. He doesn't like anything made with cabbage.
  • It's okay to cry when you're sad and to cry when you're happy. A few tears now and then will keep your eyes clean.
  • There's nothing better than staying up and laughing till your cheeks hurt as you watch an old movie with your mom on a summer night.
  • Love really is what makes the world go round.
  • God will see you through the good times and through your hardest trials.
  • Strength comes from within yourself.
My Grandmother

My father's mother had died when he was just a young child, so I only knew one grandmother. Grandma and Grandpa Graf were German Russian immigrants. They arrived in America in the early 1900s and settled in North Dakota where they worked hard at farming and raised a family of ten children. They struggled through the depression, and though the food may at times have been little more than bread and gravy, no one ever went hungry. During my first six years, I spent a lot of time on the farm with them and I loved them both dearly.

Grandma and Grandpa were both 5' 2" tall and they wore the same size shoes. As you might guess, none of their children or grandchildren were very large people. In fact, at 5' 3", I'm the tallest of my female cousins.
My grandparents Graf
My mother learned her housekeeping skills from her mother. Grandma's house and everything in it gleamed from scrubbing and polishing. This was no small feat when light came from kerosene lamps, water came from a pump, and the stove was a cast iron, wood burning, monster. Add to that ten children to feed, a garden to tend, chickens to manage, and helping in the fields during harvest time. I honestly don't know how she managed, but she hummed as she worked and rarely sat down.

Grandma never became fluent in English, so when I was very small I learned prayers and and a few children's songs in German. I wish I could remember some of the language, but aside from a few words and phrases here and there, it was all lost long ago. My grandparents were both gone before I reached the age of twelve.  Grandpa was a busy farmer, so when I stayed with them I was mainly in Grandma's charge. I trailed her around the house and garden. She let me help her cook, she laughed when I ran from the chickens, she held me tightly on her lap when I was sad or tired, and she tucked me into a warm feather bed with hugs and kisses at night. Although I can't remember exact words, the lessons I learned from her were never forgotten. 

What Grandma taught me:
  • The flakiest, most delicious pie crust is made with ice cold water and lard. It doesn't even need filling. A bit of sugar and cinnamon rolled up in the dough and baked nice and crisp is very tasty on it's own.
  • Too many raw peas eaten while sitting on the ground in the garden will give you a tummy ache.
  • Mint tea is good for a bad tummy and chamomile tea is best when you are tired.
  • The best medicine for a cough is a grog made of hot tea, a bit of honey, a squirt of lemon, and a nice dollop of brandy.
  • A bit of beer makes children grow strong. (My mother strongly disagreed.)
  • After cleaning out the chicken's innards, pluck the feathers, then singe the stubble over a flame on the stove.
  • Headless chickens really do run around flapping their wings.
  • Chicken soup tastes good, even when you're not feeling well - especially if it's made with homemade noodles.
  • Bay leaf and dill are underused in America.
  • Bread dough has been kneaded enough when it's smooth and elastic and when "blisters" break on the surface of the dough.
  • Milking cows is hard to learn - especially when you are afraid of their big feet.
  • Don't play on the tractor!
  • You're never too poor to afford soap and water.
  • A little hard work never hurt anyone.
  • It's wonderful to have a pot under your bed on an icy cold morning when snow covers the path to the outhouse.
  • Every child is just as precious as every other. A woman's children and grandchildren are not all loved in exactly the same way, but they are all loved just as dearly.
  • Catalogues have many uses.
  • Tiny, inexpensive gifts from the heart are worth much more than are expensive gifts purchased without thought.
  • Years may pass and separation may be forever, but you never forget and you never stop loving the people and the home of your childhood.
  • The trials of life make you strong.
My Aunts

Mother was one of seven sisters. Mom and my aunt Elsie had black hair like my grandmother, but the other five of my aunties were all redheads. There was every shade of red from Aunt Hilda's strawberry blond, to Aunt Irene's flame colored curls, to Aunt Lydia's dark chestnut. I adored my aunties and desperately wished that my plain brown hair were as red as Aunt Irene's. It wasn't natural, but for most of my adult life I had red hair that came from a bottle. Nothing could make more sense. I had inherited the pale complexion of a redhead, so no one ever suspected that I had outsmarted nature.

We lived in North Dakota until I was seven years old, and during that time we saw my beautiful aunts at least once a week. They were always laughing and I could plop on any lap for a good snuggle and a hug.

Learned from my aunties:
  • Laps are made for snuggling and arms are made for hugs.
  • Children are always welcome on any auntie's lap.
  • Sweep the kitchen after every meal, and dry the dishes nice and dry.
  • No giggling with your cousins after you go to bed.
  • "The Shadow" is too scary for children to listen to on the radio.
  • Nothing tastes better than a meal cooked from scratch.
  • Chicken soup will go down when everything else comes up.
  • Blood is thicker than water. Sisters always support each other and love each other's children. Forever!
  • Your sister should be your best friend.
  • Laugh lines on your face are beautiful.
  • Life isn't always easy and sometimes you have to struggle to get through the hard times, but you will get through.
  • The kitchen is the happiest place in any house.
  • Holidays are made for family togetherness.
My mother-in-law

I was the most fortunate of women, in that I was blessed with a second mother. My husband's mother was one of the most beautiful women I've ever known. I mean that in every sense of the word. She was lovely to look at and she glowed with inner beauty. I was so fortunate to live near her for many years and she greatly influenced who I am today. Because of her, I am a much better, kinder person than I might have been had I not known her and fallen under her spell. From the moment my husband chose me, I was accepted as her second daughter, loved and treated as such. 

My lovely mother-in-law
Lessons from my second mother:
  • Act like a lady and you will be treated like one.
  • Everyone deserves respect, regardless of who they are.  
  • Patience will serve you well.
  • Everything will work out in the end. God will see to it. It may not work out the way you would have hoped or the way you had expected, but it will work out. 
  • Move with grace and carry yourself with dignity.
  • Make yourself as beautiful as you can. You will feel good about yourself and your husband will appreciate it.
  • Never forget that your children see and hear everything you do and say. Your words and actions are the greatest influence they will ever have.
  • Kindness will be rewarded.
  • Children respond to a soft voice much better than they do to harshness.
  • The presentation of the food provides half of the flavor.
  • Be generous with parsley, dill, and basil.
  • Caramelized onions make almost any food taste better.
  • Chicken broth is the best medicine.
  • Treat your guests like royalty. Offer them food and drink, and make sure they want for nothing. 
  • When entertaining five, serve enough food for ten. Or more.
  • Women need the friendship and laughter that can be found in the company of other women.
  • Value is not always related to cost.
  • Shopping is fun!
On the eve of Mother's Day. I am thinking of all my "mothers" and wishing I could hug each and every one of them and thank them for the love they showered on me and wonderful role models they were. When I might have had the chance I didn't think to thank them for teaching me how to live, how to move through life gracefully, and most of all, how to be strong and resilient in the face of all obstacles. God bless you all as I remember you with extreme gratitude and love.

For all of the women in my life, and for the many mothers we all have had, thank you! 

Happy Mother's Day










Thursday, May 8, 2014

Two Quilt Along Blocks

For quite awhile now, I have been promising a sewing machine block for this quilt along. I was going to make it earlier, but the cookie jar idea took root and the sewing machine was set on the back burner.

Better late than never, as they say, and it's finally done!


Block 6: Sewing Machine

I have to confess that I was having so much fun with this one that I couldn't stop adding details. To show the threading, or not to show the threading? To show the details of the needle and it's holder, or not? Well, duh! I had to show it all! How could I not once I'd thought of it? So, it added a bit more time. Didn't matter because those details really brought this little sewing machine to life. 


I LOVE DETAILS!!

The block was finished, but I wasn't. If you've been following this blog, you may have noticed that there are a number of smaller blocks planned. These are needed in four areas to fill out spaces that will finish at 10" x 16" each. I really wanted something in some of those smaller blocks that would go with the sewing machine. 

A number of thoughts came to mind - 
a pincushion, 
a spool of thread, 
scissors .... 

This was beginning to sound exactly like the pieces in my "Sewing Stuff" mug rug. Those would all work great. In fact, if you are joining in this quilt along, there is no reason that you couldn't use those templates in 6" x 6" blocks or in one 6" x 10" piece. 

But, no. I wanted something a bit different. Something new

What to make, what to make? I needed something green for sure. 
Something green...
             Vines? Vines are good.
                      Flowers?  Maybe not.
                             What then?

                                       Oh!
YES!!

Spools of thread growing on the vines! 


Happy Dance Time!

And here it is! One 6" x 10" block instead of two or three smaller blocks. 


Block 7: Spools

The two blocks can fit together side by side ...


or over and under.


For now, I have them pinned to my design board like this, but that could change. It all depends on what comes next. Only the house needs to stay where it is. Everything else can be moved around, and I'm sure that there will be some changes.


What does come next?

Oh, my!

Help!!

But don't leave yet. This story isn't finished!

I looked at that companion block with the spools on a vine and realized that it was exactly the same size as many of my mug rugs. Actually I could see that it would make a darling mug rug.

So...

You get the picture. Since I needed the spools block for the quilt I just made another one and turned that one into a mug rug.


So there you have it. Story complete.

The patterns are both ready to go, and I provided choices - 

the two quilt blocks (including mug rug instructions) in one pattern for one price, 
or
 the mug rug as a separate pattern. 

I hope you like these!


Happy Stitching!!







Friday, April 25, 2014

A Mug Rug for Mother's Day

I was thinking about my mom the other day, missing her of course, and remembering how much she loved spring and the delicate new blossoms that are beginning to appear in advance of summer. Mother was one of those special gardeners. She had the magic touch, and everything she planted and nurtured flourished with health. Her flowers bloomed like no others, her vegetable garden overflowed with wonderful fresh produce, and even the grass around her home seemed to grow a little greener than it did anywhere else.

I inherited none of this talent, I'm sorry to say, and I'm sure I sighed with nostalgia remembering this beautiful, gentle woman who influenced me in so many ways. Then it dawned on me that Mother's Day will be here in just a few weeks!

I always gave Mom a basket of flowers or a pretty plant for Mother's Day. Being who she was, she gave me a new geranium every year because I was a mom, too. She knew I'd kill it, but she also knew that I loved her for giving me a new chance every summer.

Last year I made a trio of mug rugs to remember her. Each one was a basket filled with one of her favorites - pansies, sunflowers, and strawberries. I called the pattern "Baskets for Mom". You can find it in my pattern store.




This year, though I wanted to make something a bit different. It had to be floral, of course, and of all the flowers in the world, she loved roses best. So, I created a rose. Because small mug rug sized roses are so difficult to reproduce in fabrics, I chose a simple, yet elegant stenciled rose. I added the word, "Mom", and that's what I named the pattern. "Mom".


Flower patterns often contain many very small pieces. Thick, applique stitching can detract from the shape of petals and leaves on smaller pieces, so I used raw edge stitching on all of these mug rugs. It's a very easy technique that involves fusing the pieces to the background and stitching near the edge with a straight stitch. 


I really like the way raw edge applique looks on nature subjects. Yes, the edges will fray a bit over time, but most things found in nature do not have perfectly smooth surfaces. This stitching just looks so natural. It's super easy, too!

I love you, Mom. I so wish I could give these little gifts to you, but I'm sure you know that I give them to you in my heart. 


To my mother, and for all the moms, grandmas, aunts, and other women who influence lives, 
I wish you a Happy Mother's Day. 
Every day of the year.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Made it on Friday

Friday was one of those days when everything went perfectly. I woke up to beautiful sunshine and an idea. I've been wanting to make happy faces for some time, now, but this was the morning when it dawned on me that those faces should be on flowers.

 Playtime!



Right after breakfast I trotted down to my new sewing room and began sketching. Three flowers, not perfectly centered, but balanced. Three different smiles. Zip, zip. The applique pieces were cut out and ready to press onto the background by lunchtime!

I think I gobbled lunch. I couldn't wait to get back to the mug rug. I embroidered the faces, ironed everything in place and by dinner the applique stitching was finished.

What to name it? My hubby and I tossed around names - Sunshine, Happy Days, Smile. "It's only Friday," he said. "What's the rush?"

Only Friday. Thank goodness! "TGIF"! A name!!


And Done!!


Thursday, April 17, 2014

The Cookie Jar, Quilt Along Block #5

Have you ever been traveling down a road and suddenly been tempted to take a little side road just to see where it leads?

Happens to me all the time.


That little side road has always intrigued me. It knows my name. "Karen," it whispers. "Karen, come see what I can show you."  I'm always up to an adventure and I find these calls so hard to resist.  I've wandered off the main path over and over. I've left it on foot and in I've left it in my car. Sometimes there is nothing of interest of all, just a dead end, but you can never know unless you look.

Now and again, though that little path can lead a person right into a bog. Literally. Like the time I loaded up my mom's car with teenage friends and we went on an adventure! 

We were on the highway going nowhere in particular when one of the girls saw a small gravel road leading into some trees. With much encouragement from my giggling friends I slowed down and turned onto that gravel road. It did look interesting. 

This could have been us except my mom's '49 Ford was dark, forest green.
Soon we came upon an even narrower road. It was just a deeply rutted pat that wound through deep weeds. Of course, we simply had to see where it led. Where it led us was to a stop. We were suddenly mired deep in mud. Up the hubcaps! Soundly stuck. 

We couldn't just sit there, so we all piled out of the car and trudged through the muck, across a field, and up to the farmhouse to ask for help. The farmer eyes went to our mud-covered shoes and legs as he listened to our story. I'm sure I heard him snicker, but he just nodded, straight faced, and headed for his tractor.  He drove to our car, hauled it out of the field and pointed us back to the road. As we climbed back in the car he turned away shaking his head and mumbling something about "girls".

That's the one and only time I've been stuck in mud. But even that didn't cure my curiosity when I see an interesting path. The temptation to follow never leaves. More often than not, taking that turnoff has taken me somewhere wonderful - a beautiful meadow, an almost hidden fishing hole, a charming little town. 

"Ok, nice little story," you say. 

"But what does it have to do with the Quilt Along block?" 

It has everything to with the block! Truly. 

You see, I was planning to make a sewing machine. I had the sketch all planned out in my head. But, when I sat down at my desk I couldn't draw it. My mind kept wandering away from that idea. It wanted to explore some other direction. I didn't know where it all might lead, but I gave in and let my pencil doodle around. 

Before I knew it, I had drawn a cookie jar. 

A cookie jar? I had known from the beginning that I would make a cookie jar block some day, but I hadn't planned it for this block. It just happened. 

So I stitched it up, and here it is - a cookie jar for Block 5.


I filled it up with frosted sugar cookies because those are my grandson's absolute, all time, forever favorite cookies! 

In fact, when he was in first grade he begged me to bring frosted sugar cookies to share with everybody on Grandparents' Day.  My grandson proudly passed out cookies to all the students in his class and to the other visiting grandparents, too, all the while bragging that his grandma made the very best cookies ever.

Enough of the stories! I must be boring you to tears!

I think I'll go to the kitchen and bake some cookies. Frosted sugar cookies, of course. 

Want one?


Maybe I'll make a sewing machine next time. 
Maybe not.
Wherever the road leads...




Monday, April 14, 2014

Making a Summer Quilt

A couple of months ago, I was given a gift. A friend named Norah and a couple of others got together and gave me something really exciting.

It was an entire layer cake! Forty-two 10" x 10" squares of Moda's new "High Street" fabrics! Oh, wow! But what to do with this delightful group of fabrics?


I thought about it for weeks as I worked on mug rugs and my new yellow purse. It had to be something for summer, and not anything so small as a mug rug. First I thought to do a flip-flop quilt. I made one several years ago and people keep asking for the pattern. I do help them get started, but it's a McCalls pattern, not one of my own.

Did I want to make another flip-flop quilt, though? Really? Nope. Not exactly a unique idea.

But a quilt with a whole summer wardrobe ... 
That would be fun! 
A wardrobe for a summer at the beach.

So that's what I designed, and here it is.


Oh, my goodness, what fun this was to make!

That is, it was fun once I got the wrinkles ironed out. The first plan was to use unique blocks like these. 

It was a very pretty block and on paper it looked great. So I made six blocks and put them up on my design board. 

Hmm....
Something just wasn't working.

I called in the hubby for consultation. We tried another arrangement.

Definitely not!

So it was back to the drawing board.

"What's wrong with simple?" my better half asked. "Can't you just keep it really simple?"


Well, of course! 
Brilliant!

Gotta love that man!

Nice and simple to showcase the fabrics. 

Perfectly square, straight sashings, easy to sew. 

I took the little quilt outside to our park and photographed it in the beautiful sunshine - even though it's only 33 degrees today and last night's snow still hasn't completely melted away. 

It looks nice an warm out there, so that's all that really matters.



I didn't have enough of the plain gray for the back, so had to innovate. So much more fun than a plain backing, don't you think?



Now, on to the next project!

Guess what!


I have scraps!






Wednesday, April 2, 2014

"On the Road", a mug rug for campers

It's spring!

At least, it's supposed to be spring, and I admit we have had a few scattered spring-like days. It's certain, though, that spring will soon arrive in full force, and then before we can blink, summer will be on top of us!

It's been a long, long winter and most folks are eagerly looking forward to summer vacations. We'll have a stay-cation this year, but many of my friends are excited about going on a cross country camping trip. Campsites are popping up everywhere, and camping has become more popular than ever.

When I was growing up, my father took us on rare camping excursions. He'd wake us up before dawn and we'd crawl into the car carrying our pillows and still dressed in our pajamas. We'd wake again as the sun came up and find ourselves well on the way to a lake or a river to fish for our breakfast. Sometimes we'd stay the day and sometimes we'd stay longer. We didn't have a camper, so on the nights we camped outdoors, my father and I slept on blankets on the ground.  Mom was not about to sleep on the ground. In fact, she wasn't at all fond of camping. She was terrified of snakes and had no confidence in my dad's idea that a piece of rope laid all around the blanket was the way ward off reptilian creepers. When she couldn't talk my father into finding a motel, she and my baby sister slept in the car.

I haven't gone camping since those long ago family trips. My husband is not the outdoorsy type. In fact, his idea of "roughing it" is staying in a motel instead of a hotel! That's just fine, though. I agreed with mom. Don't make me sleep outside! I loved being surrounded by nature, the hiking, the fishing, and all of that, but waking up covered with mosquito bites is not for me. And I need a place to shower! And a bathroom instead of a bush, for goodness sake!

People keep telling me that I'm missing something wonderful. I'm sure that If we'd had a camper to sleep in and a lovely campsite with running water and such I might have become a convert.


So, I made a mug rug to show the kind of camping experience that I'm sure I would have liked.



Summertime, here we come!



Sunday, March 30, 2014

Finished! The new yellow purse is done!

So pleased. The yellow purse looks just the way I had hoped it would look!


I bought a new zipper yesterday, and this time it went in place as slick as could be. We learn so much from our mistakes! I'll never be intimidated by recessed zippers again. Quilted pocket flaps, though, are another story. There must be a better way!



Next time I make a recessed zipper I'll take photos so I can post a tutorial.

In the meanwhile, I'm going to enjoy all of these lovely pockets.


The bag isn't overly large at all, 15 inches wide at the top and 11 inches tall. It has a 3 inch wide base, so it's nice and roomy.


On to the next project! 

What shall it be? 
Mug rug? 
Quilt? 
Another bag? 

Have a lovely day!




Friday, March 28, 2014

The saga of the new yellow purse continued...

I had to put my new yellow purse aside for a quite while as I worked on quilt along blocks and setting up my new sewing room. But, nothing else was pressing to be finished in a hurry, so I got the purse out and worked on it some yesterday and a bit today.

The body of the bag is finished. I added a simple large pocket to the back and stitched up the bottom. That went smoothly, but it's so easy to do. This is what it looked like.




Next, I put the handles together. They are reinforced with pieces of Stiff Stuff. I made them 24 inches long and 1 1/4 inches wide. 
Top side

Underside 

The purse was just a bit deeper than I wanted so I cut an inch off the top before attaching the handles.

The zipper. Oh, my...

I hadn't made a recessed zipper before, so I found an excellent tutorial online. The only problem was that I mis-measured. First off, I followed the tutorial for the width of the insert and the depth of the lining section. Not good. It was simply too wide and too deep for my little bag. In addition to that, I followed the directions for zipper length. It came out too short. I guess that my needs were a bit different than that of the person who made the tutorial.



And did I realize all of this right away? Ha! Of course not! I stitched the zipper to the lining first. Big, big oops! So, out it came. Tomorrow I'll be off to purchase a new zipper. 

In the meantime, this is what I've done with the lining. Lots of lovely pockets! Have I told you that I love pockets in my bags?



I usually put a large, zippered pocket on one side, but I decided to skip the zipper today. The lining is partially stitched along the bottom of the bag, but an opening has been left for turning it right side out when all is finished.

Done for today!

I'm off to cook up some dinner. 
Have a super Saturday, everyone!