I am both proud and exstatic to say I completed my second handbag and I love it even better than my first. Not to mention I actually finished this bag the same night I started it without a single hitch (yay - silent cheer)! Ok so maaaaybe a couple human errors but I am becoming more and more comfortable with my sewing machine.
I love the pattern of fabric I picked (JoAnn Fabrics) - perfect even for the upcoming winter months! Total project took about 3 hours but it was worth it in the end! Mission completed - and boy does it feel good! I even have a potential "customer" who wants me to make her one. I'm thrilled!
Here's a cute poem I found about a woman's handbag! I think it's very appropriate for this entry.
The Handbag
The handbag is a rare delight, it's like Aladdin's cave,
All sorts of things are hidden there, that females like to save,
It's black and big and heavy, with a nice long shoulder strap,
Its weighted down with odds and sods and other stuff like that.
But the lady finds just what she wants deep down amongst her treasure,
Of keys and pins and leg hair wax and a metric rule for measure,
The remnants of forgotten ills with aspirins held so dear,
Birth control and other pills with labels quite unclear.
Calorie counters, cotton buds, old lottery tickets too,
Handkerchiefs and white tissues for visiting the loo,
A book of stamps, a tube of glue, letters from I don't know who,
Horoscopes with personal star, petrol vouchers for the car.
Perfume loaded by the box, knitting needles, pairs of socks,
Bank statements and counterfoils, sachet samples, body oils,
Cassette tapes and eye mascara, postcards from old Connamara
Itineraries for keep-fit classes, lipstick and a pair of glasses,
Emery boards, a pot of Vic, silver tweezers, half a brick,
Screwdriver, spanners, ball of wool, ancient notebook partly full,
Bristle brush for long tresses, photographs and addresses,
Polo mints and a mobile phone just in case they stray from home.
Cheque book stubs, leather gloves, insect spray for the shrubs,
Driving licence, bingo card, cuttings from the paper,
Favourite verse, loaded purse and a windscreen scraper,
Credit cards, safety razor, golden buttons off a blazer.
All these things are lugged around and many more as well,
It could be that you need them, you really cannot tell,
So come on fella's don't take the mick - out of the lady's handbag
You never know there could be a flood and you could use it as a sandbag.
But best of all it is a friend, that's with them every day,
Slung upon the shoulder in a casual way,
And don't forget it is a club - not of the member kind,
But the bag itself when wielded right could change a mugger's mind.
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