Let the cat out of the bag
Finally enough sunshine to take a proper photograph of the lemon totebag.
Heavy storms passed through last night, much to the dismay of 7-year-old AJ. My cousin Craig, his wife Cindy, and their sons, AJ and James, visited from Valdosta, Ga., and all AJ wanted to do was jump into the pool. He was fidgety but patient all evening waiting for the raindrops to stop.
Alex and I joined them last night for a delicious dinner at their friends’ house. Renee and Matt used to live near Craig and Cindy in Valdosta, but moved to the Tampa area. It was a fun, comfortable evening. It’s wonderful how many of my out-of-state friends and family I get to see because of trips they take to Tampa and the surrounding areas, like Sarasota and Fort Myers.
This totebag reminds me of summer. Muggy days at the beach with my mom. Sand stuck to the back of my legs. Seven-year-olds anxiously waiting for the rain to stop. The smell of chlorine. Drinking pink lemonade with my feet in the pool.
Back home in Pennsylvania, they’re soaking up the last few days of summer before autumn seeps in. I’d like to design some pieces that are inspired by the rusty oranges and deep reds that will soon appear on the trees up north, even though it will be 95 degrees and sunny for months here in Florida.
The totebag is 14″ wide by 13″ tall, lightly padded, and lined in pink. And, apparently, quite cozy.