Yesterday afternoon while Durwood napped (it was Sunday, what else would a guy do when it isn't football season? which is starting up, he tells me.) I went downstairs to sew. My friend Lala wanted an art challenge a few weeks back but MH & DG aren't doing them anymore, so I came up with one for us to do. She and I were in Sheboygan a couple years back and saw the Supermoon rise, so "Supermoon" was the challenge I set for us. I had an idea (I think I told you this) to sew up a tote pattern I saw on the Purl Bee blog called The Railroad Tote but make the
August 4--Thomas Couture, Soap Bubbles. Winnie lay back in her chair feeling her life disappearing around her like soap bubbles popping at the slightest touch. Until a few hours ago everything was fine but then Jack came home, packed a bag, and left without saying a word. Then the police arrived. A grim-looking detective handed her a search warrant, then gripped her elbow to draw her outside while a squad of gloved people search her house. Her mind was a jumble and she kept having to ask the detective to repeat things. No, she didn't know where Jack had gone. No, she didn't know he had emptied their accounts. She didn't know his friends, had never met his family, wasn't sure where he worked. The parade of belonging she had never seen leaving her house in the hands of the police made her legs weak. How stupid had she been?
It's Monday--again, but it's also payday again so I don't really mind the whole Monday thing too much. I'm glad to be feeling a bit better. I do not recommend getting this cold, it's a doozy. Time for showering and all that getting-ready-for-work stuff. Seeyabye.
--Barbara
3 comments:
Love the bag! You are one creative gal!
The tote looks awesome, Mom!
Yes, the tote bag should definitely be on display -- either around your neck or on the wall for all to see and exclaim over! Well, well, very well done!!!
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