I guess I'm the stranger because dang, where have I been? Let's blame it on winter. I guess I just don't feel like I have enough to share with you, so why be lame and bore you?
But spring is finally here and the days are gorgeous.
I've been stacking wood. Lots and lots of wood. It's good exercise, so don't feel sorry for me. This morning I started my fourth woodpile and suspect there will be one more after Tom finishes splitting the logs he has cut.
But let's get to the cool stuff. I actually made something and finished it, too! Not finishing is a "Paralyzed Perfectionist" thing where lots of projects are almost, but not totally, completed. It just might not be perfect, so that fear of completion is real. Right now there are four very cute quilts waiting for binding, and they'd be done! So lame, yessirree, but I am working on it.
The bag is called the Sew Together Bag, pattern by Sew Demented. The Chicken River Modern Quilters hosted a class at ThreadBear a couple weeks ago taught by the extremely patient and highly talented quiltist from Albuquerque, Becky Welch. The twenty students had a good day with several completing their bags right there in class. I had to take mine home to finish because, well, sewing machine problems.
So here are some photos of my completed bag. Every bag I've seen using this pattern is cute!
The fabric I used for the outside is from Windham fabrics and designed by Carrie Bloomston.
I think it's called Basket Weave. The main zipper is extra long, and the ends are anchored to the bag's base, so it acts as a handle.
Because the zipper is extra long, the bag opens wide.
I had so much fun choosing the zipper colors. I wanted them to be very "zingy." The blue lining fabric is Avantgarde designed by Katarina Roccella.
This will be my new traveling sewing kit. Check out the pocket lining. I can't remember who the designer is here. But I purchased all the fabric, the pattern and zippers at http://www.threadbear-nm.com/
If you look in the background of this photo you can see The Blessed Mother, keeping an eye on me. Who knows what trouble I might be getting into next?
