Stitchitty-stitch

So my last purse fell apart, and I happened to be walking around Spotlight with a broken purse, so this:



I like green, and I like fur(ry stuff); I think the two make a wonderful combination. Unfortunately no one else concurs.

Well, I guess, if nothing else, a hand-made purse is a pretty good conversation starter, although I would like those conversations to start with something other than: "WHAT IS THAT THING AND HOW CAN YOU TAKE THAT OUT IN PUBLIC?!"

So no positive responses so far; the most neutral one I've gotten is: "Oh my gosh, you look like you skinned Cookie Monster!"



Except, of course, that Cookie Monster is not green.

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Anyway, sewing the purse has sparked off my latest obsession, especially since I discovered my mom's old -- but still functional -- sewing machine. (Because of some worn-out parts, though, spinning the bobbin requires me to sprout an extra arm. Fortunately, I've found a way around this by enlisting the help of my nose. Don't ask; it's not a pretty sight.)

Something about the pedalling and the sound of the oscillating needle brings back memories of a much simpler time; the sister and I watching cartoons while faithfully combing the long locks of our Barbie dolls; Mom supervising while sewing identical dresses for us. Clickitty-clock.