the husband took the kids to visit family for a few days. I took the sacrifice to stay home and keep the fires burning. to protect the homestead from aliens. to feed the fish. It was tough, but somebody had to do it. It’s funny being ALL ALONE for a few days. Lonely and exhilarating. I found that with such a huge amount of free time I wasted quite a bit of it. I had 3 dvds to watch ( THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA, LETTERS FROM IWO JIMA, and BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN). I put away some winter stuff and pulled out some spring stuff. Dusted, vacuumed and moved out some outgrown clothes… Trimmed trees, laid down some brickwork in the yard and made 2 fabulous pizzas.
AND I MADE A BAG!!!!!!
here is one side…..
and here is the other………
it took an incredibly HUGE amount of time. the front and back panel were already made (see previous post) but the actual construction of the bag ate up hours and hours….because………..A) it’s all hand sewn. and B) I was making it up as I went along, trying to “invent” bag making. (here’s a secret, I have no confidence in my pattern reading ability and have never really made anything following a pattern……)
so, anyhoo, I am quite pleased with the outcome… it is lightly quilted, but I feel that in the future I will add some sashiko stitching, and the inside is lined beautifully but the bottom still needs just a touch up here and there.
The family came home tired, hungry and hauling huge bags of dirty laundry (there were gone (only) 2 days.)….. and they brought me a present!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I LOVE IT!!!!!!!
I leave you now with a poem I found at the end of a book, a poem that strikes me as the perfect recipe to live by, and I hope that I can create this kind of lifestyle for myself and to inspire others around me to appreciate….
To live content with small means,
to seek elegance rather than luxury
and refinement rather than fashion,
to be worthy, not respectable,
and wealthy, not rich,
to study hard, think quietly,
talk gently, act frankly,
to listen to stars and birds,
babes and sages, with open heart,
to hear all cheerfully,
do all bravely,
in a word, to let the spiritual,
unbidden and unconscious,
grow up through the common.
This is to be my symphony.
William Henry Channing (1810-1884)