This has not been a great week. I'm plagued with many small disappointments. Not much knitting going on, and when I do, the gauge is off, I drop stitches, I'm not inspired. I'm befuddled and disorganized at work. I haven't been sleeping well.
I am s-o-o-o-o glad the weekend is starting in nine hours. I have plans. I'm going to (gulp) sew. I used to sew. I used to live and breathe sewing and I've got boxes and boxes of fabric in the basement that betray my fabriholic tendencies. But I haven't had the time or the inclination to sew in quite a while. My friend, Dione, a committed seamstress who's been trying to convince me that lapsed seamstresses turned knitters have gone over to the dark side, will be so happy.
I'm going to make a bag. I need a new bag, since the one purchased at Liberty of London last year is falling apart. It will be a shoulder-messenger type bag, perfect for the traveling I'll be doing in August (I'm going up to the Pacific Northwest next week and off to New York later in the month.). A summer bag.
Here's the fabric:
It's Japanese cotton. Each piece is a yard long and a little over a foot wide. It was left behind by Masa, our Japanese exchange student, several years ago and it's been waiting for a project just like this. I found a Vogue pattern last week when I was buying buttons for Elizabeth at the fabric store. I'm not sure how I'll combine it (I'm especially partial to the one in the center with sumo wrestlers all over it) but it's sure to make for an interesting finished product.
But now it's time to face the last day of the week at work. Maybe I'll make a few breakthroughs. But, honestly, I'd rather be sewing.