Isn't Pinterest an Aladdin's Cave of Wonders?
While clicking and scrolling there blissfully one evening, I came upon a quilted bag that stood out from the rest of the pencil cases, quilted pouches and cosmetic bags. There were enough photo angles of it to see that ten squares of fabric had been sewn into a zig-zag grid with seams that interlocked like magic. I was in!
Sewing the first one was fun, like figuring out a puzzle.
And once I had it assembled, oh joyous day, I discovered that it opened up as wide as a whale's mouth. No more rifling by braille in the dark depths for tweezers or a nail clipper that is somehow missing in action.
I had a stash of charm squares that divided temptingly into the makings for five more.
If one was wonderful, wouldn't a bunch be better?
Gifts!
I sewed them in an assembly line over several days in little pockets of time.
Little endless pockets of time it seemed.
For some reason, I had to make myself finish them.
I even vowed to never make another.
Strange how mass producing something seemed to drain the joy.
Looking at the pictures now, a few weeks later I feel the same spark of interest again.
Perhaps another charm pack....
