Or as I took to calling it, the "where in the *@## is my seam ripper" tote.
Seriously. I have been sewing since I was like 8, so we're going on nearly 30 years. I've done the pattern thing, and I love a well-written pattern that doesn't confuse me.
Don't tell me to read through it before I begin. Fat lot of good that does. This bag requires serious reading. Like, analyzing literature to find the hidden meaning reading.
Still. I love the final result.
I've had this Paris print for going on four years now. Bought it in Seattle and stashed it away for a sunny day. Today is that sunny day, and it was all cut out. So I made a bag!
If anyone can tell me why blogger randomly decides to load the picture sideways, I'd love to know. I just wanted to show the purple polka dot side of the straps is all. So here they are. Sideways.