Yesterday I whipped up a purple gingham bag for my daughter. Look at me tossing around words like “whipped up” — like I’m some kind of pro or something!
But if “whipped up” = less than an hour, then I have officially whipped!
My daughter loves her new bag. I finished it up just before we left for dinner last night. She insisted on bringing it with her to the restaurant, and then to the bookstore after. She was carrying very important cargo — two of her teddy bears. She slung the bag over her shoulder and walked proudly and purposefully.
My husband thinks it is great, but is questioning the need for yet another bag.
(at least this one is lacking pink!)
This is our back door. There are now 7 bags hanging on there. Seven out of a gazillion bags and purses that are in this house. I have a bag and purse problem. Seriously.