Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Who would have thunk it? That an innocent scrap of mustardy-yellow, furry trim-stuff could instil lie-awake-at-night blind terror? Scared out of my wits from the start but a sucker for this sort of thing, I signed my name on the dotted line for Gemma’s birthday Loz and Dinny Challenge.
I’ve decided to be pretty chuffed with myself. There was great relief with a sort of spur of the moment notion, a dash to the trusty Amitié and the same evening, I made a tote-thingy. No pattern, made-up-as-I-went, fully lined and of course I ran out of fabric. So don’t go looking for any pocket whatsit, although there is a gusset (awful-est word in the English language) and those bits of side trim are hiding a couple of seams for the extra fabric bits. I thought I was too clever by half, twirling that trim into flowers, until I saw a way lovelier take on the floral over here.
I know who I reckon should win (cos there’s even a prize, see). Super Pops is one lady up for a challenge. While I prance about with my sissy bag, she’s off saving the world with her bit of mustard trim, working for good and not evil, (discounting the fact that lately she’s been consistently causing me to fall off my chair laughing).
PS. Big HAPPY BIRTHDAYS to that sweet lady who so knows how to make the bloggy world sweat.