Living in the fabric store
As I’m typing, Nola is sprawled out on my lap. Every now and then, Alex will call her name, and she’ll jump up, walk across the table, and plop into his lap. Then I’ll call her name, and she’ll cross back over to my lap. I love, love, love how she always has to be involved in everything. Here’s a picture of her from yesterday’s TreeFall “photo shoot.”
She’s hiding behind the blue tissue paper like I won’t figure out that she’s there. Clever little thing, isn’t she?
One of my favorite steps in creating a new item for someone is picking out the fabric. It’s an exhilarating and integral part of the process, and I’ve spent hours poring over bolt after bolt of fabric. Sometimes I wish I could live there. Right in the Quilters Premium aisle.
Today, my goal was to find fabrics for a gift for Alex’s mother, so he came with me and joined in the process. And he actually enjoyed it. And having him there with me was wonderful. He likes that we’re making the gift personal by spending time picking out just the right fabrics, and that his mother is going to get a one-of-a-kind gift. I love having him so involved.
I finished Chellie’s ivory Toby Tote yesterday.
I worked with interfacing for the first time. I’d like to buy some heavier interfacing to incorporate into a larger, sturdy men’s messenger bag. That’s an after-the-holidays sort of project. No time these days!
Chellie’s tote is made of ivory corduroy and lined in green and cream with deep plum handles. There’s a removable fabric-covered plastic canvas base for extra support.
I have one bag left to make for Chellie’s order, and then I need to (quickly) move on to Christmas gifts. I’m thrilled to get to hand-make so many gifts this year, but it certainly is time-consuming. However, I think it’s worth it, and I hope the recipients think so too.