More Handmade Designs

I made 4 new purses.  This one happens to be my favorite of the 4.
I think I have most of these at Maldonados Nursery, if your interested in any of them.

I'm having fun working with the heavier fabric.  They look so elegant.
I keep wanting to embellish everything and have to stop myself, because not everyone wants a bunch of stuff hanging on their purse. :)
I ran these to my cousins place as soon as I was done with them.  I didn't want to take a chance of keeping any.  Occupational hazard.
This one is a deeper style.  I don't make any patterns, so everything turns out, the way it turns out.
I had it finished and my husband said it needed the tassels.  :)
Gotta love husbands.
Second favorite.

I was telling someone, the other day, about how I have so many purses. When I need a new one or one that is a certain color to match my outfit for a big evening, I just go to my box, and pick one out.  It's kinda nice, but nothing beats getting to give stuff away to friends and know they will enjoy it.


Bruce and I went thrift shopping today and found some fun stuff.  Justin joined us after about 30 minutes.  The best purchase of the day was a handmade wood cabinet for my oldest son's house costing a whopping $12.oo.  We bought it at Senior Citizens Thriftstore.  They have so much stuff outside that will probably get wet tomorrow.  Kinda sad, but they don't have any room inside to put it all.  It reminds me of how much STUFF is in the world and yet we keep making more.  I guess that's why I like to recycle so much.  It makes me sad to think of how much stuff ends up in our landfill.  I remember going out there when I was little and it was this flat piece of property.  Now you go out there and it's this man made mountain.  Crazy.


This is the hat I made a week or so ago.  The picture doesn't do it justice.  It's very cute.  I need to get Miss Elissa to model it for me and take her picture. :)  I had so much fun making it. 
This is my husbands wallet.  I woke up the other morning because Brinkley was scratching on the bedroom door.  He never does that.  I realized, after I walked into the living room, why he wanted to go outside.  It was due to puppy guilt.  He had spent the evening carefully taking my husbands wallet apart one card and dollar bill at a time, tore the lining from the leather and eaten the leather.  I swatted his bottom, put him outside and laughed myself into tears. 

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