My great accomplishment today: I got out of bed…and took some photos of my bag that looks like it secretly wanted to become a mushroom. It would have been cute if I hadn’t messed up the bottom by cornering it…you’ll see what I mean in the next photo.
If I’d left it alone as a square bag it would have visually made more sense, but perhaps the bag had dreams of becoming a mushroom in which case its dream nearly came true as I was tempted to throw it in the trash having sewed the strap to the wrong place for the second time and finished it off with the button.
So this is my latest little bag. I zig-zagged my name on the flap. The letter’s are from the Norse runic futhork which only has 16 letters. It’s my favorite futhork. There are seperate runic alphabets for the different Scandinavians as well as the Germanic peoples. The Anglo Saxons had their own version with a lot more letters, but I like Cari spelled this way. On the rare occasion that I finish a sculpture I always sign like this, it’s easier to do straight lines with a chisel and malet! There’s a button on the bottom to hold a rectangle of ironing board padding (I always keep the left over trim as it comes in handy for small crafty items…I’ve been making padded quilted circles to test my sanity).
So I got out of bed feeling worse than yesterday and went upstairs to have a shower as I had to go to the store to get something and I couldn’t put it off. My shower over, there was a knock on the door. It was my friend Jo wanting to know if I’d come for a walk. On hearing I was ill and planning to walk to the store (a five minute walk away) she offered to drive me and then offered to drive me home as well. That was a blessing! Just walking around the store nearly did me in. She got a BIG star!!! Thanks Jo!!!
So I made some pancakes and ended up watching several episiodes of Keeping Up Appearances on Youtube. If you’ve never seen it, it’s a British comedy made in the 80’s. I think its one of the funniest tv shows ever made. The second episode I watched was called, “Driving Mrs Fortesque” and by the end I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. So after nearly choking on masticated pancake I decided blogging was less dangerous. It’s gone six…I’m tempted to go back to bed, but I can’t be bothered to walk all the way down stairs so I’m going to sit here and stare at the wall.