I’m not quite sure why, but I just love bags.
I remember when I was a little kid, some family friends came round to visit. One of the little girls was older than me. I remember that she was eight and she had her own little handbag with things in it (inc lipsyl, that kind of thing). I remember thinking she was so old and grown up and I couldn’t wait to have my own proper little handbag.
I must have had one before: in fact I was given one from my playschool, in which I could hide my ‘cuddle cloth’. But that psychadelic one with a shoulder strap had nothing on Melissa’s bag.
Since then I’ve enjoyed getting handbags. I think it was when I was a student that I realised my ‘handbag fetish’, and consciously decided not to buy any more: no more holiday souvenirs or impulse buys. When I buy a bag now, it’s because I can justify I need a new one and can get good value for money from it.
But I love freebies and treasure little canvas bags I’ve got free from shops, exhibitions or work programmes. I still tote my ‘Daily Yomiuri’ freebie, ‘JET programme’ canvas (although it has shrunk a bit) and many more besides. & I love receiving bags as presents.
It was with pleasure that many moons ago, Georgia taught me how to make this little number:
And now I am about to embark on making some little drawstring bags for friends. – Feeling excited.
Adios for now!