I admit it. My life has been taken over by writing lately. Trying to write my “greatest story ever” for NaNoWriMo and making sure that I post here every day for NaBloPoMo, even though sometimes there just doesn’t seem a point to it – blogging for the sake of blogging has never really sat well with me, so I’m a bit miffed with myself for doing just that – so here I sit tonight, with a very sore wrist and sore fingers from all the typing I’ve been doing and a sore head from all the thinking, planning and plotting I have had to do to get my story going somewhere (12,327 words so far – still a long way off 50,000), so I’ve decided that this weekend is going to require a little sewing relaxation to get my brain back into gear.
A few weeks ago one of my favourite all time slouch bags started falling apart. I’ve had this bag for so long and it just had the perfect length strap, the perfect inside, it was the perfect bag. I was quite upset when it started falling apart, but I kept using it, until the stitching actually started coming away from the handles. It was at that point that I realised I couldn’t keep using it. So I ripped it apart at the seams and decided to make my own bag using the pieces. I’ve never done this before, so I’m hoping it’s not going to be too hard, but I figure if I can make clothes and jeans, I should be okay with a bag. Cross fingers for me and I’ll let you know how it goes.