Yesterday was my daughter Hannah's 25th birthday! She thought now there's no difference between being 25 or 50 years old anymore. I really try hard to forget how old I am, but her birthday is always a painful reminder that I'm 20 years older than her. I guess she means now she's really grown up. At least I can be thankful that she hasn't made me a grandmother yet, which my mom was (twice) at my age. Since she couldn't be home for her birthday, I've sent her a care package with lots of goodies, but also with three bags I've sewn for her. After she was done with University in May, she sent me some of her printed fabric scraps. I decided to sew some of them into tote bags:
Both tote bags are reversible ( no pattern to link to) , but I show you only the sides I liked best. The above is my favorite. I wonder why. :o)
and this grab bag: it's one bag, but reversible.
Before that I was working on these market bags:
The first one went to my mom for mother's day. I must say, she did not really like it. She said it's too small for shopping (maybe in her case it is, since shopping is her hobby). The second one I still have, and will gift it eventually. The last one with the apples was actually the first one I made. I screwed up the handles, but I'm using it as a market bag myself, and it holds quite a lot of stuff. Since I always need more than one bag when grocery shopping anyway, I'm not too bothered, that I can't get ALL of my shopping in ONE bag. :o)
This market bag is called Charlie bag and it's also reversible.
I left my sewing machine out, it came in handy a few times already, just for repairs of pants and other stuff.
I did my good deed of the day early in the morning, when I looked out the window and spotted something still alive in the pool. I rescued a mole, boy was he pissed being caught in this situation. He squeeled for quite some time after his rescue, even after he crawled into hiding, I could still hear him. Guess he was testing his lungs, after almost drowning.
Speaking of swimming in the pool. I had my first swim on Saturday. It was so deliciously warm. Biko joined me, she was so excited. We both were totally toast afterwards from the unusal activity.
Here she is, still wet, but happy and tired. No wonder my second sock is growing so slowly, she's resting her head on the yarn ball. :o) (O.K. that's not fair, I really can't blame her for the sock).