In my post about Stories, I posted a shot of some gorgeous French inspired fabric I’d hunted down, along with matching trimmings….
Well, a couple of days ago I got the scissors and machine out, whipping that Parisienne magic up into a fabulous bag which I had designed and trialled in calico. After four ours at the machine (including one trying to work out why it was jamming) I had…crap. Really, quite a hideous bag, wrong shape, messy and disastrous. I stayed awake most of the night trying to figure out how I might resurrect it, and came up with a very plain A4 satchel which might never see the light of day.
Another sleepless night later, I had a sewing epiphany, figuring out in my mind at least how to make a big bag that held its shape and was easy to use. I trialled it in some coloured canvas with a gorgeous fuchsia scrap of Marimekko fabric Mum had left at her house for me (*), and came up with this…
* My Mum does amazing sewing, but I haven’t seen her use much home decor fabric or Marimekko stuff. I found out tonight that the Marimekko scrap is from a friend’s daughter’s fabric collection, she herself having lost a battle with depression in September last year. She was my age, and it makes me feel very sad to think that I am sewing with her wonderful materials, and not her. But I now love this bag even more, and will think of her and everyone else suffering from a mood disorder when I use it. And for good measure, anyone interested and and cashed up, even only a little, should go to http://www.beyondblue.org.au and make a donation.