I finished my ‘I love King John bag’ last week and today it had its first public outing. I don’t know about anyone else, but when I make something I have to look at it for awhile before I can use or wear it. I have this cute little purse I call an ‘Inside-out Purse’ because the silk pokadot lining is on the outside of the bag; I had to look at that for over a year before I could be seen with it. It has since travelled the Atlantic, but it is rather odd…does anyone else have this problem? I recently made a cute necklace, but I’m still looking at it. I thought I’d need to look at my King John bag for weeks, but I was going into town and it was perfect for the journey so I used it. I haven’t done anything else today, but I used my bag! I’d hoped to do some writing today, but I’ve been too tired. I had nine hours of sleep, but my pillow is rubbish and I woke feeling like I needed a neck brace.
At least I can see my stories going forward, I just have to be awake enough to hear the characters talking. Minor details. I’ve been in a mental fugue for days. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll wake up from a good night’s sleep and plug myself in. That would be good! In the mean time, here’s my bag…front and back. The Celtic heart knot I found in a photo of a medieval French Cathedral. It was carved into the stone wall completely symetrical, the inner part forming a perfect cross. I preferred it asymetrical for the bag. If you’ve never tried to sew a button hole stitch around tight curves following a pencil line that disapears under the foot of a sewing machine…you should try it…but not if you’re on anti-anxiety medication! I’m really pleased with how the bag turned out. It’s just the right size for a trip to a bookstore!
That is awesome!! I love the font, it is really cool!
The font is called Abelard (after Heloise and Abelard the two medieval lovers…Abelard is highly notable as having had his bits chopped off by an enraged relative of Heloise…great story…and its true…but it has a sad borrish ending as they both end up in cloisters…)
I’m really pleased with my bag. Tonight I was thinking I could make a matching skirt. I could do something really funky and sew something like the start of a story on it !!! I bet I’d get some funny looks…nothing unusual then…I just have to make up my mind…that is the hard part!!!!
Should you decide to make your skirt, may I suggest the story of the orange dressed fairy and the G.G. (grumbling goblin) I liked it very much. I like to sew too, right now I’m making outfits for my neice by marriage, she is 5’11/or 6′ on the big/beautiful side, but she has a hard time finding nice clothes that don’t cost the earth. She didn’t know womens size patterns existed so I went and got a couple and so far likes what I have made/designed (I like to modify patterns)for her. Have a great day, talk to you later. Victoria
That’s an excellent idea! I used to own a long screaming bright orange cotton skirt and a bright orange sweater that I used to wear together. I was even known to wear a bright green t-shirt with the ensemble. I must have looked like a pumkin on the loose. I loved it! That would be a great slogan for an orange t-shirt…”Help! My fairy godmother turned me into a pumkin!”
I love sewing things for other people too. I find that more enjoyable than sewing things for myself, though desperation is pressing me to learn to enjoy it. Being tall though must be a pain when trying to buy cute clothes. My mother is about 5′ 10″ or was when she was young. I remember her complaining there were no decent shoes in her size. I’m sure its better than it used to be, but I suspect if one wants anything out of the bland ordinary one has to have it made. In Dancing the Maypole the heroine, Isabel, is 5′ 11″. She grew up wanting to marry someone taller than herself, but all the men who were interested were really short. I find it so weird how tall men often prefer really short women. Three of my brothers are 6ft and over and they all prefer really short women. It makes it rather hard for tall women!!! I’m short a woman who dreamed of marrying someone about 5ft 9″…my Goblin turned out to be 5ft 10″ before his motorcycle accident which made him slightly shorter. The perfect height for me. I fit right under his arm…like a crutch! Ah…sometimes weird dreams come true!