Old bag makes new bags.

I finally finished them.   Eleven new bags.  Aren't they gorgeous???   I have a favorite......can you guess which one?
I was going to put their individual pictures up here, but to be honest, I am too tired.
So if you want to see them up close and personal, you can click HERE.
These are the beach bag/small child/Sydney the cat size.

Oh, all right, I will show  you my favorite.  Just this one.  I don't know why I like it, but I do.  I didn't think I would.  The strap is CRAZY orange.

I have 12 small bags to sew up.  They are waiting patiently for me.

Whose idea was this apprentice thing anyway?????

KIDDING.

It was a good idea.  The next best thing to cloning myself.

Watching the Yankees playing the Red Sox in Tampa, wishing I was sitting there.   The weather looks marvelous.

I was just reading Jayme's blog  about enjoying the simple things, 'the powerful religion of ordinary life', and suddenly I was 21 again.  Remembering the advice of an old high school teacher, who at the time was in the Peace Corps in the Philippines.  She wrote me a letter, and in it, she advised me to do just that.

Hang my baby's diapers out on the line, and quit whining.

Thanks Jayme, for reminding me.

It is a good thing to remember.

Ordinary life is so much more than ordinary.

Let me introduce my very own little "fighter", who laughed when I told her to make a fist, so I could take a picture.

She really isn't a fighter.......she fell at school, and landed right on her nose.  But she is a little trooper, and said, "I didn't even cry."
Once again, it brings back a memory.  I think I was 13 or 14, and I was walking home from the Saturday afternoon matinee at the local theater.  There were some younger kids in front of me, and this 11 year old kid  across the street kept throwing snowballs at them, making them cry.  I yelled at him, and told him to stop, or else.  Apparently he didn't like that, and in a flash he ran across the street, and punched me right in the eye.
My mother still has the picture somewhere, of me sitting on the couch with a huge shiner.
I didn't cry either.
There are lots better reasons to cry, don't you think?