I had no motivation today, not a drop, not a trickle, not a teeny tiny 'ickle bit.
I don't really know why, but I think we all have days like that, days when we wish we had stayed in bed with the covers drawn up. I did manage to drag myself out of bed, had my coffee, tried to read a new book (which was so bad I had to abandon it at the first chapter - you know it is a bad sign when you find three spelling mistakes in the first two pages) then went and watered the greenhouse.
I decided that the best thing to do other than dragging myself listlessly around the house and garden, was to shut myself in my studio.
So with my MP3 player set to play my new Johnny Cash downloads I shut the door, turned the lights and the sewing machine on and got on with the bags I cut yesterday.
And instantly felt lots better.........
.... so with my newly motivated self, I pinned together the black bag lining and the outers ready to be sewn up, and cut another tweed bag and the lining. One skirt recycled, one dress recycled.
Rather than make material straps for this bag, I took some old brown suede trousers, and cut a single shoulder strap from them, and also some strips to make a suede hem for the bag opening, as well as a button flap.
After work, I finished assembling the bag, got it sewn together, and found a lovely vintage button to use as the fastening. No photos today as I forgot to charge the battery in my camera - will get some uploaded tomorrow. (edited on Friday to include photos)
Hurrah for the studio - saved by a recycled bread oven!
When we were out shopping yesterday, Brendan got some new shoes.
New shoes are my absolutist most favouritist new thing to have. I love how they smell, how they look in the box, I love trying them on, posing in the mirror with them and most of all I love wearing them. I was very sad to get home without a new pair of shoes for me, but then new shoes are really far down my list of things I need to buy.
Once upon a time in a land far far away, when I wore a boring grey suit to work and added up columns of figures for fun, I used to buy a lot of shoes, I mean a LOT of shoes. A LOT OF SHOES.
In fact when we moved, and downshifted and switched lives with some French peasants from a century ago a lot of people asked me what I was going to do with all my shoes, I replied quite naturally that I was going to bring them to rural France with me - obviously. What else would you wear when planting spuds in the rain in a muddy field, but some cerise kitten heels from nine west? As for letting the chickens out, well I have a pair of 5 inch stiletto heels in a very fetching patent black with some contrast piping in turquoise!
I don't really need 200 pairs of shoes, these days I only ever wear my muck boots, and a pair of faux UGG boots as slippers. I can't sell them though, one day I may need to wear a pair of cream sandals with crocheted flowers and a metallic sculpted heel - probably to plough the field with.