Bags galore

So first I made one… I bought vinyl ages ago to attempt to make a messenger bag and only just got around to it for my work mate’s wife. I hope hope hope she loves it. I really enjoyed making it apart from the fact that my machine hates vinyl. Well… actually I am probably just too retarded to know how to sew it successfully but it resulted in a bit of patching by hand on the inside of the bag to hide the loopy thread. Oops.
Excuse this photo – trying to get a pic of a black bag when you are wearing a black outfit before the frigging sun comes up is rather difficult, wouldn’t ya know.

Oh, and the inside. Ya wouldn’t even guess that there is a pile of loopy, tangled black thread in there! Yussss for hiding things.

And thennnnn I went out to the car to leave for work and I found my bag from the Nappy Network bag swap in there. Already! It isn’t due til May. I’m just hoping the lovely Kimber got the months confused and isn’t actually that organised. She puts me to shame.

I love the bag anyway. It’s huge, so will fit my increasing piles of crap… and will mean that when I try and pull out my knitting on the bus, I won’t also eject the whole contents of my bag onto the floor/other passengers. And it’s brown. I love brown. Almost more than life itself. Well done on meeting my incessant demands Kimber. You did it well.

Oh yeah, and more bus knitting stalking. Some girl had a close call with the bus stalker today. I looked up from my knitting to see someone moving their hands around with suspiciously crafty looking movements. My stalking beacon kicked in and I peered to get a closer look… then I realised she was just untangling her Ipod cord. Frig it. I mean, in fairness my crafting often does look like a tangled mass of electrical cords but I was terribly disappointed anyway. Devastated even. Bring back the crochet lady. She was way more fun.