I scored an invitation to THE party of the summer. It is tomorrow and we will be celebrating two four year olds, who are both big fans of books. So I decided to make some library portfolios from Little One Yard Wonders.
This worked out well since I have ordered a bunch of fabric online, where one cannot Feel the fabric that one is purchasing, so it is rather easy for one to accidentally order an adorable pattern and accidentally overlook that is it slub duck cloth or canvas. Not great for quilting or for kids clothing, but perfect for totes. I knew I’d find a use for these eventually.
I made a few modifications, as always, and because I had two opportunities, I had a lot of room on the learning curve to swerve around and be creative. Here they are:
So one fabric was not so wide as required and yielded a shorter bag with, in turn, longer handles. I ended up preferring that shape to the actual pattern, which was the blue peacock feather bag, and was too tall for a four year old, with short handles. A hard cover book fit perfectly, with spines showing, in each pocket of the shorter yellow God’s eye pattern (is that a god’s eye? I don’t know where I got that name. It looks more like a series of vaginas, but I’m guessing that is not the name of the motif).
The book called for handles made of webbing, which is that stuff on tents and backpack straps, but I used this woven twill on the peacock bag and a rainbow jute ribbon on the god’s eye bag. I definitely prefer the twill handle. Seems sturdier, looks sportier. Totes cute.
And I love the denim pockets on that bag. Denim pockets on everything, from now on. Denim pockets on bags, clothes, quilts. Denim pockets for dinner.
Overall, I think they’ll be a success. To ensure this, I stuffed each bag with a spiral notebook, some washable markers (curse Sharpies), an I Spy book in the interior pocket (perfect size) and some other terrific kid-lit finds. I did NOT find the Rules of Summer at the bookstore, but I did find a suitable predecessor in its genre, The Mysteries of Harris Burdick, by Chris Van Allsburg. A worthy substitute.
These were well worth the effort, even factoring in that it was one million degrees in my sewing room (garage). And they prompted a trip to the bookstore, which (like Paris) is always a good idea.