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Hello? Hellooooo???

Anybody out there? Have I still got a reader left? Who knows. I’ll pretend there’s a huge audience in front of me, all waiting for me to start talking. Or writing. Wait, not that large an audience.

So, how have you all been? Taking good care of yourselves? Everybody survived the various spring festivities? Good.

Last time I was here, I was all excited about the big artists’ fair in Gedera. Well, it happened. Practically a month ago, I’m ashamed to say. It was a lot of fun. My host was Orna, a very talented painter/photographer, and other ladies there were selling pretty glass art, ceramics, mosaic art and women’s clothes. A lot of people came by on the two days of the fair, and I even managed to sell a few of my bags, not only to friends and relatives, but to a complete stranger, too!  The weather was good, the music was fine, the company was pleasing – what else could I have asked for? It really makes me want to participate in more fairs like that.

In the picture is  moi, wearing an amazingly silky-soft button-up shirt I got from a second-hand sale, messing around with my receipt book. I am surrounded by my beautiful bags, and hanging in the front of the table is the I-spy quilt, that my son (chocolate face, lower right hand corner) kept wanting to call his own, even though he already has one.

Other good news are I sold ALL of my Beagle bags. Yes, I know I only made three, but hey, I sold them all nevertheless. Worry not, though, more Beagle bags are to come soon, in more funky corduroy colors. And the brown diamond-shaped evening purse with the amazing vintage button. Some of my bags even made it as far as Chicago and San Francisco (OK, the SF purses were sent as gifts, but they still made it all the way there).

So that was it. Passover was a good rest, with lots of frolicking with beloved members of the family, and I’m just glad we’re back on daily schedule again, so I can go back to my sewing.

Have a good restful weekend, reader(s). Next week will be full of action again.

My son is shaming me.

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I never thought I’d say this about my kid before he turned 15. OK, 13. That he’s shaming his only mama. He’s only a bit older than 2, you know. Anyhow, we were at the shoe store the other day, unsuccessfully trying on pairs of sandals, but non the size that will last him more than a month. So after half an hour of a lot of patience on his side, I took him for a much deserved ice cream. We proceeded into the local McD, and got ourselves a cone of soft serve ice cream each. He finished his very nicely, being a very devout ice cream eater, and ate some of mine, too. On our way out we stopped at a table where a friend of his from daycare was sitting with her parents, having some kiddy meal. The friend’s mother offered him some corn nuggets and fries, while I protested “no, no, he just downed a whole ice cream!”. As I was speaking, he grabbed the nugget in one hand, and a french fry in the other and went on to gobble them up like there was no tomorrow. And then he asked for another fry, and for another and yet another. My son, who:

1. Just, as I said, ate a whole ice cream, plus some of mine.

2. Does NOT like potatoes, and never agreed to a french fry in his entire life.

Made me look like some disgusting person who doesn’t feed her kid, or at least doesn’t give him “treats”. Hah!

I did not know where to hide my face, no I did not. I could barely drag him out of there after he polished off a good part of the little girl’s fries, and all the families there were staring at us because it was, well, a small place and my kid has a big presence.

Next time I’m taking a cash box with me and am going to charge people money to look at us.

P.S. After we got home he had another supper. My son, the bottomless pit. I think we’re adopted.

What’s up, Man?

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Fanfare…. tralalala…

Ladies and Gentlemen! I am proud, honored and slightly humbled to present to you my latest creation! My first bag for men, currently known as the manpurse , sorry, manbag, sorry, Metro-something-or-other. In short, the MSOO. Oh well, obviously some parts still need working on.

This little darling was a custom order, from a man, so you can probably appreciate I had very little data to work with. To be exact, the specifics I was given were “shoulder bag. Smallish. In shades of orange.”  Well, thank you very much! It took me forever, and this is what came out:

I’m very proud of it. I like my quiltwork and the padding is just right. You can put your A5 notebook in with, along with your wallet, keys and cellphone, and a pen or two, and that’s it. A small bag, see?

My father’s reaction was “I don’t know any man who would use a bag, let alone a quilted bag”. Well, his face said it, anyway. His face said part 2. Part 1 was definitely said by his mouth. Sorry, dad, I know you’re reading this, but it’s necessary for my little poll. Check out my poll on the sidebar, and please vote. It’s your civic duty.

Besides, right now I’m working on the next one. They’re fun to make. Not polls, menbags.

Also on the news: more bags at the shop and much excitement as the weekend sale in Gedera approaches. In only two weeks, I’ll be holding my stall at Gedera’s Artists’ Open House Weekend. Can’t wait!

I’ve been letting things slide

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Yeah, I know. It’s horrible. 12 days since my last post. You’re all probably thinking I offed to some distant Caribbean island with my latino lover. No such luck, I’m afraid. Have just been working on my men’s bag, doing some housework and cooking, since my kitchen is no longer as clean as it was 12 days ago. Also, inspired by the best of the sets, I decided I’ll try to do a video post. Upon trying my webcam, I came to the conclusion that it’s not that I’m such a video-monstrosity as the webcam makes grainy and yuck videos.

Anyway, stay tuned in a day or so for another installation of my life, including bags and Purim costumes, and in the meantime: Peace, dudes!

“I’m blogging this”

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My kitchen is too clean for me to cook in it. There, I said it. I am now officially the greatest excuse-inventor in the world. AND a lame blogger.

The day after.

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So I’m back from last night’s sale. Well, I’ve been back since last night, obviously, but it took me until now to defrost my extremities. It was SO cold last night, and the heating broke down and was cooling instead. Some of the people came over to my little table and looked at the bags, some of them even took cards, and I even managed to sell a bag! Too bad, it was one of those I had just finished a couple of days ago, so there is no picture of it to show.

So, to summarize the last week: three bags and a coin purse sold. Hurrah! I hope it continues this way.

And on to a burning question:

Why is it OK for people to send me mass emails with huge pictures of stuff that can be categorized as “cute. ok. next”, but it’s not ok for me to ask them to stop doing that? Why do they get offended? It’s not like I used any rude language and they sure didn’t compose that email with the humongous pictures themselves! So why are they insulted? and why can’t they simply send a link to whatever cuteness roams the net at the moment? Just saying.

Oh, and if any of my readers thinks I mean specifically them – then no. I mean more than half my close friends. Nobody specific. I love you all.

OK, can’t help it. Have some bag pictures. Why am I hiding these anyhow? As usual, thanks to the house photographer. He sure knows his work!

Look at that button!

You all have a good week, will you? Keep warm, stay away from dangerous roads and don’t sink in the snow!

The economy is flourishing.

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No, I still can’t believe it happened so fast. I had just opened my business officially, and what do I get if not a phone call from a friend of the family who wants to get a bag. “Friend of the family doesn’t count”, you say, but I say, she didn’t have to pick the not-so-cheap bag, and she most definitely didn’t have to get herself another one! Oh, the joy! But I’m telling the story backwards, because the house photographer and I are disagreeing  about whether the FIRST sale I had counts or not. Well, to start from the top:

1. Thanks, mom! Your “I want you to be lucky” purchase worked like magic! Because:

2. Thanks, B.! I hope you enjoy those bags. It was fun for me to make them, and I hope you have as much fun toting them around.

Here, let me show you what she got (I hope you don’t mind, B.):

The pre-Micki bag

and also this one:

The Beagle bag

As my late grandfather used to say, “only tomorrow is not the day after tomorrow”, and that means I have tomorrow left for making an updated  inventory list, ironing of the bags, packing of the accessories, acquiring of the small change etc. before Saturday night, my big début.

Wish me luck. I hope I don’t faint before then.