When I occasionally raise the question of the boring bag, I receive the eye-rolling gaze of those who have transcended the lady-like matchy-matchy preoccupations of the aging generation which needed to color-code their bags with their shoes with their gloves. You could, they suggest, do without a bag altogether. You could use, instead, a leather or nylon backpack.
My mother bought bags because she liked the look of them, because they pleased her eye, were good quality, and were the right size for her. I bought bags because I, too, simply liked them. - The Thoughtful Dresser: The Art of Adornment, the Pleasures of Shopping, and Why Clothes Matter by Linda Grant.
The quote above always makes me laugh. While I enjoy creating bags, I carry a very practical, black bag almost all year round although, especially now that I need to get consistent exercise, I'm slipping my wallet and keys into my walking purse more often and getting out and about with a higher degree of accessory interest. I have a new bag in parts that are waiting to be sewn together from fabric I painted. Soon. I like the idea of different bags and it could happen... maybe... if all the elements are right... because what I know for sure is that were I to regularly use more than one bag, swapping over the parts and pieces would have to be easy.
Yesterday, I stopped by my doctor's office to weigh in. Rather than attend meetings, my accountability will come from going by the office once a week, wearing basically the same outfit, and having them track my progress on my chart. When I talked to my doctor about it on Friday, she was very supportive and encouraging about all sorts of things and said that it was important to her that I was okay... too... in this situation of my husband's chronic illness. That was comforting. I found her through my friend Barbara and I've been...
... thinking about how to thank her for a while now. Not only did she find us a doctor but she's a member of my Friday knitting group and has been so welcoming since I moved here and when I fell last year, she took good care of me. During the great studio clear-out, I found the 19" x 31" textile piece above that was never going to be hung on a wall again but was in the perfect colours to make a bag for Barbara.
I started by cutting the quilted piece in half and from there, the bag developed step-by-step. I didn't have any of the original fabrics left and incorporated bits from my stash. One of my goals was not to buy anything new and to use what I had. Which I did. The fabrics for the lining, sides, and bottom were remnants that were used up making this project. The support for the zipper was the original binding and the "new" binding was left-over and waiting from a previous project.
The variegated top-stitching thread was in my stash and so was the additional batting for the sides, bottom, and straps. And the buttons. And the zipper. There's something very satisfying about taking a piece that is "useless" and by using my skills and abilities along with the supplies in my stash creating something "purposeful". YES YES
I knew that Barbara had a doctor's appointment yesterday morning as well so when I went in, I took the bag wrapped up with a bow and left it for the staff to give to her. I told them it was a surprise and that she wasn't expecting it. When she phoned me later, she said they were SO CURIOUS and she opened it in the waiting room to their delight and that of the other patients and then shared it with "our" doctor. A surprise present at the doctor seemed completely appropriate.
Talk soon - Myrna
Grateful - down 4.6 pounds