I. LOVE. MY BAG.
It's a little bit hippie. It's a little bit preppy. It's a little bit country, a little bit Liberty. It's a little bit picnic-blankets-spread-out, corner-to-corner, on the concert lawn. It's a little bit Martha Christina, and the square-patch quilts we learned to make at school. It's embroidered yokes and dangly earrings and piccolo solos. It made me happy when I was sad.
The inside is lined, with a lined pocket and a magnetic snap closure. The lining and the back is all the same fabric — clusters of William Morris–y briar-roses, pictured in the background yesterday. There's a little suede-y leather strap that loops over a wooden toggle button.
I had to fuss with the bias-tape handles, and wound up shortening them after they were on, so, a quick piecing of that together with a straight seam (no patience), but now I know how long they're supposed to be. Twenty-two inches. There's also a big slice in the lining I need to patch, from when I was trimming the Timtex seam with my giant brand-new very-sharp shears — whoops! I am not used to the tips of the scissors actually working, you know? Those work? Woooof, that was not a good moment, but at least the slice is on the inside. The Timtex and the darts give it this a great rounded sort-of capsule-like bottom. I'd been wanting to make a bag this shape for a long time.
It felt great to sew. I'm going to make twelve for the shop (she said ambitiously). I'm even thinking . . . pattern . . . and kit. Kit, with your very own variety of pre-cut squares of Liberty wonderfulness.
I know. It's enough just to have the squares to fondle, really. Trust me. The bag is just a bonus.