This is what is sounds like when the doves cry.

Or maybe when the parrots sleep. Once again in the grips of some kind of obsession, another bag has sprung from my sewing room. I made a cool purse a couple of months ago.

I call him the Ay-yi-yi-yi guy. Because to me, that’s what it looks like he’s singing. But that’s not the point. Just got a bug up my bum to make another purse in this shape. The pattern is the Kimberly Bag, by Amy Butler.

I think all my bags should pose with the Shaka Fork Chef guy. He really does show them off to their best advantage. Did you notice that I put five feet on the bottom? I had some logic working at the time, I have no idea now what it was! But doesn’t it just make you happy, with the happy colors, pink and orange zippers, five feet and all? I added pockets on the inside so I have a fighting chance of finding my phone and my lipstick. Plus, it just seems wrong to make a bag and not have at least two zippers in it! I love putting in zippers, and I don’t care who knows it.