Well......La-Di-Da........

Hello lovely lovelies♡ I am beaming a little sunshine and flowery loveliness from my little summery place to you♡ How are you, in your little corner of the world?? I wonder, are you all busy, busy, busy for the upcoming season of  Goodwill to All Men?? Here, way down at the bottom of the world, I am not. Those decorations still sit waiting, waiting, waiting.....for me to deck out the Christmas tree in all its glory. Had better get a move on. Perhaps this week?? I forever live in hope. =)

I have finished my little bag, though. Goodness me, it was a bit of a pain. Just a bit of a drama. Never in the annals of the 'Kim Sharman History of Fashioning Bags' have I ever, ever had so much trouble with one, little, insignificant bag. Oh, the playing with dancing ribbon and the embellishing of said bag with velvet flowers, doilies, and vintage buckles and jewels went along swimmingly. Loved it all, actually. It's the finishing of said bag, where the 'wheels fell off'. Sometimes, my head is never where it should be. I have fashioned so many bags that I can almost make them in my sleep. I really, really could. Not so this time. For some reason the bag's bottom was all out of proportion (much like mine, actually.....but I really, really don't want to go the there....). This fact, which  didn't really become totally obvious (though I did have an inkling) until the very last stitch had been stitched and the fringing was well and truly attached to the bottom of the bag. The fringing was SO attached, that with the strength of Hercules I had to rip it off; because when I sew a bag there are always many many tiny, impossible-to-unpick-stitches. Well...any bag of mine gets a good and thorough workout, so the stitching has to last. So, with shears in hand I cut the whole blasted, box-cornered bottom off. Alas, there are no happy snaps to show you of my little bag's unsightly bottom, nor indeed of maniacal and frenzied me with those deadly shears hacking away, as I was intent on fixing the darn said bag, with not a thought of recording all the ugliness for history; or for you. Besides, it was in the dead of night when the carnage happened, as I simply could not go to bed until all was fixed. I know, I know....so dramatic, but then, at times (some would say all the time) I am a bit of a drama queen. =) 

But......there are happy snaps of  my 'la-di-da' little bag, all fixed; with new fabric on the bottom and new fringing affixed. All evidence of the destruction of the hideous bag's bottom is no more. For the lining I chose a pretty fabric from my stash, which complemented the colours in the bag, and I sewed a vintage jewel onto the tab in order to fasten the bag. I resurrected the strap from an op (thrift) shop bag. I often buy old, unwanted bags which are selling for a song, just for the hardware. Care to have a bo-peep of my little bag?? 

It is very early Sunday morning here and both my good husband and my good self will be in and out of the car all day, as he is speaking at a few church services; arriving home later this evening, just in time for Kathy's party. =) With no hand sewing in the works, I think I will happily knit away on my woolly jacket as the countryside speeds by. A 330 kilometres round trip, so lots of time to enjoy a little knitting. Love driving through the countryside of my little world♡ Oh.....and I will have my la-di-da little bag swung over my shoulder throughout the day. Gotta go; my ride is waiting. Thank you for stopping by my little place♡  Sending you a basket of sweet, fragrant roses, sprinkled with a little love, this fine day♡ May the ordinary everyday of your week be sprinkled with the extraordinary♡ Take care, lovely lovelies♡

Until the next time........