Actually it's a very old bag. It was woven, designed and constructed by my Great Grandmother Mabel. I've just recently dug it out and begun carrying it regularly.
It's a perfect shape for carrying my smallish flat pieces of art to guild meetings and artist get-togethers. And a sketch book and a couple of magazines.
Can you believe how modern it looks? You can't see the little brass feet on the bottom of the bag. So cool.
And here's the inside. Such careful construction.
And, of course, the "Mabel S. Massie ORIGINAL" label makes it a treasured heirloom.
Benjamin learned to ride his bike without training wheels this weekend! Hooray! This is a really big deal. He can't quite get started without a bit of support -- which is a challenge when you have a puppy pulling one direction and a bike tipping over in the other direction.
My coffee maker broke yesterday. I pressed "on" in the morning and nothing happened. I kept turning it on and off again and again to no avail. (Isn't that the classic definition of insanity: trying the same thing and expecting different results. That's what a lack of coffee can do to me, I guess.) A trip to Bed Bath and Beyond for a new machine made everything right with the world this morning.
I had totally planned a Sonjified fabric painting session this morning while the kids are at school. I had the fabric prepared, paints chosen, painting surface ready... and it's raining. Grumble. I think I'll still try to do it in the garage. At least I've got the coffee.