When last we spoke, I was contemplating the shortcoming of my gorgeous Dawn to Dusk backpack. Just one shortcoming. It wasn’t big enough for my laptop.
I spent the weekend drafting a larger version. Lots of pieces to this baby, and most of them needed to be resized. I added to all three dimensions; length, width, and height.
One of the hardest things about making a new version is the fabric choice. I have to admit, I am in love with that Philip Jacobs Japanese Chrysanthemum fabric I used for the first one. The good news is that I scored a gorgeous Amy Butler fabric at one of my local enablers.
I seem to spend lots of my time lately disproving my own operational tactics. I really don’t like to make the same thing twice. But here I go again.
I decided it needed something. Like a gigantic monogram. Lucky me, my first and last names start with the same letter. Then I went to the Urban Threads website. They have the coolest, most unusual embroidery designs I have found. And they are having a sale right now on alphabets! So I bought a massive letter.
I did not want the monogram to be glaringly obvious, which is kinda counterintuitive when you are adding a humongous letter to your project. I picked brighter versions of the colors that are in the fabric, so that it could be seen but would not overwhelm the gorgeous textile.
BTW, I also had to watch the Superbowl this weekend. Well, at least the ads and the halftime show. Katy Perry was awesome, especially riding in on the giant metal tiger. With guys in black bodysuits moving the legs. Of the tiger, not Katy Perry. And the little lost Budweiser dog…let’s just say, tears were shed.
Now go make something pretty!
It’s done, it’s done, the backpack is done!
It looks smashing with wet hair, pink leopard jammies, and oversized tee shirts.
The lining went in beautifully. Big elasticized pocket at the back for flip flops, or my Kindle, or perhaps my tiara. Zipper pocket at the front for my earrings and mustache wax.
Guess what doesn’t fit in my backpack. Besides my 20 pound cat. It’s my laptop. There’s a helluva how-do-you-do.
Tippy was a big help today. While I finished the backpack, he took care of some grooming issues.
My assignment for February = travel bag/backpack in which I can carry my laptop. Obsessed much?
Today is a good day, my backpack has a back.
I am so NOT a backpack kinda gal. And the only reason I started this project, if you’re paying attention, is that I am trying to find the perfect travel bag.
Despite these disclaimers of mine, I think this thing is gorgeous, and I will carry it proudly. I love the royal blue webbing I found for the adjustable part of the straps.
This sly beauty still has a secret…it is naked on the inside.
I promise I will do the lining, with it’s fabulous pockets, and get it finished. I’ll even find some unwilling subject to model it!
Part two of this little dissertation doesn’t involve sewing. Or cooking. Pretty much just eating. Eating this.
Crab and mac nut wontons. My very favorite thing to eat at Duke’s here on Kauai. The dipping sauce is wasabi and plum. The darling Miss O and I went there for lunch today. Our waitress told us that our fave food is being taken off the menu. Whaaaa? It is the top menu item here and in Waikiki, and it is coming off the menu. Even the koi in the pond objected, showing their displeasure by jumping out of the water and slapping their fat koi flippers on the water.
What is wrong with the world? Dammit, Duke’s, don’t take away my inspiration!
I’ve added a dandy water bottle holder onto my backpack! You know, one of those easy-access pockets where you put the stuff that you want to gift to the TSA agents.
I drafted the pattern for this pocket, twice actually. The first pocket I made was alarmingly short. I’m sure my vodka would have fallen out at an inconvenient time.
The other side has a snap pocket.
The patten called for a magnetic snap. I put on a real snap, a heavy-duty one, so it couldn’t just pop open and spill my worldly goods. My small worldly goods. You want to see the secret my backpack is concealing?
It’s backless. So maybe it’s not a backpack. It’s just a pack. TOMORROW it will be a backpack.
Look at that last picture again. See my little kitty face? Handmade by not me. Clever Miss O.