I Made A Strawberry Bag…

It has been a really long time since I’ve enjoyed sewing. Here’s the deal, I used to love sewing…I found great therapy in constructing things of fabric and thread. I always had this sense of pride of, I can’t believe I made that!  Then, I had this great idea to sell my stuff. And it was great for a while. Then, I hated sewing. For a really, really long time, I hated it! I’ve said mean things to my sewing machine. I’ve thrown my hands up in the air at my sewing machine. I gave the evil eye to my sewing machine. Until one day…I abandoned sewing completely. I was happy to be free of it and I swore I’d never sew again!

Never say never…right? I wanted to make Annabelle a strawberry bag for her 3rd birthday. The thought of sewing one, just wasn’t doing it for me. I browsed the internets and scoured over pictures of strawberry bags…maybe hoping to just buy her one. Then, that old familiar voice of, I can totally make that!, started creeping in my thoughts. And, so I did.
I’ve never been one for buying patterns, I much prefer to draft my own. I’m just funny that way I guess. I drew out a pattern, bought some fabric, and cut my pieces. The only thing left to do…was sew it all together. Could I do it? Could I learn to love again?
Excuse the wet hair and lollipop hanging out of the mouth. We were going for Vogue.I did it! This is the happiest I’ve been sewing, since I first learned how to sew. I reconnected with my long lost friend! I’m so in love with this little strawberry bag and with the 3 year old who squealed with delight, “For me??? It’s beautiful! I love it so much!” She doesn’t seem to mind at all, that it’s a teency big for her frame. I’m hoping to get this up as a pattern soon for those that sew. I know one thing is for sure, I won’t be selling them!