I made a bag. Nothing fancy mind you, but a useful bag nonetheless. I used the slouch bag pattern found in Linen, Wool, Cotton by Akiko Mano. It was the first item I’ve made using this book and it was relatively straight forward. Instead of using linen I opted for 100% cotton chambray otherwise I made the bag following the instructions closely – even down to the suggestion of using green thread. I think if I’d made my own choice I would probably have just gone with red. I love red thread. It’s my favourite. Saying that though that I am loving the green thread with this blue chambray. A good lesson in trying things other people’s way – you just never know. It is a huge bag. Brilliant for stuffing full with loads and loads of items. Such a bag is always going to come in handy with three children. It’s only short fall is perhaps more mine… that my arm is just a little to short to reach the bottom of the bag whilst it is still slung on my shoulder. This is a painful hassle when I am rummaging for a dummy, or the snacks, or the sunscreen or what ever item happens to have sunk to this bag’s magnificent depths and of course is urgently being demanded my one of my offspring.
No matter. It is currently being used to house a special project I’ve planned for baby O. I’ve drawn it up, and thought it out. Now to just bite the bullet and give it a shot. Emotionally the project, my first go at a quilt, is a bit hard to progress. The dream of it in my mind is so wonderful that I’m hesitant to bring it to life. I know I’ve just got to break through this and get it made. After all something is better than nothing. Watch this space, and with a bit of backbone there’ll be something for my dear baby boy in time for winter.
Speaking of baby O I had “his” song printed and finally got around to putting it in a frame. Each of the children has a song, but perhaps I’ll write more about that another day. The background is too white, but with luck it will yellow with age. With all that I have on the go at the moment I’m just happy for it to be framed, and down the track I might fine-tune colours, fonts and backgrounds. Again, something is better than nothing.
Poor O. He hasn’t been feeling too good at all today. I was knocked out for two days at the end of the week with some kind of mystery illness and had feverish fits similar (but not the same) to those I experienced with malaria. What is bothering O doesn’t seem to be the same bug, but I’m keeping a close eye on him. I suspect there are some teeth making their way down too. Singing “his” song calms him down, always.
He sleeps beside me now on my bed. His breath harsh and his sleep restless. It is time for more cuddles.