My daughter wanted a hippie, hobo purse and wanted me to make it. So a few weeks back her and I went looking for the perfect material and found this already made to look like a quilt block of material and a pattern to boot. So we purchased it and I took it home. Weeks went by, and I was busy sewing many other things, and every time I picked up that darn pattern for this purse, I, for the life of me, could not figure out what it was telling me to do. Is it the patterns that are getting harder to understand? Or maybe it's the old gal that's reading them. Ya think?
Anyway..... I would pick up the pattern, read it, and then put it down and walk away. More days went by and I knew she was waiting patiently for me to get it done. She would just say "it's okay, take your time." So I finally decided it was time to sit down and put it together without the use of the pattern. I began by laying out the fabric and figuring what I wanted to do with it. I just started cutting and piecing and after 9 hours and a couple days later this is what she gets.
I have embellished it with special pins, earrings and beads from her children. I used my old huge safety pin (the kind we wore on our skirts in grade school) to hold the beads and stones, that way she can take it off or replace it with different items. It is definetly a one of a kind bag that I am proud to say I will not make another one. Whew!
I know my daughter will cherish this purse for many years to come. Yeah, I know my granddaughter would love one, hint, hint, but hey, she already got the little crochet critters she wanted.
Oh how we love to please, you know I would probably do it anyway. Is'nt that what mom's and gramma's are for?
Yeah................. it was a crazy project of love.
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shhhhh..................I think I will suprise her with this on Sunday.









