Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Caldacooty or Calacot


Another dreary, gray day with no hopes of a decent picture. This one was photo shopped a bit and still doesn't seem right. I always seem to pick the yarn that is difficult to photograph. Another day, another try.
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All bad photos aside, I really love this bag. The rippling came out just as I had hoped, including the little bit on the flap. This bag will go zipper less, but have a magnetic snap. It is the biggest purse I have made to date and I love it. This is a bag for the everyday gal that has a core group of items that must be carted around. It's simple and interesting, fun and purposeful, just like my friend. Friends, this is the Gretchen Bag.
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My intention is to make this available in my Etsy shop sometime next week. I need to wet it again to shape the side ripples or waves or undulations (looking for the right wording).
Did you think I was going to call it the Caldacooty Bag? Sounds kind of slinky and fresh, something Chelsea would say or carry. Maybe the next one.
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Sam came home today with a library book. I wonder how many school library books you can forget at home until they cut this little guy off? We now have three (and three cheers for me I know exactly where they all are, go figure).
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He brought home Owl Moon by Jane Yolen. A fantastic book with lovely illustrations. The story of a Father taking his daughter owling in the snow. The beautiful quietness of the book makes for a great bedtime story. I know this, because we own it. This is the second time Sam has brought home a book that we already have and/or read. But this time, he brought home the copy of Owl Moon because it had the Calacot Medal on it. Ours doesn't have the medal.
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And that makes perfect sense to me.
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And if you know Sam, I am sure it makes perfect sense to you.

1 comment:

  1. The purse looks wonderful. I love the color and the texture - I'll look for it in your shop. I was laughing reading about your little guys library book adventures. It will not end - still in 7th grad my son brings home books that will be forgotten in a pile once they are read...

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