I was really heating things up in my little sewing sweatshop last week.
I don't know if it was my sewing machine, the iron or me?
Just when I thought I was done making bags
I ran across my nautical fabric.
This is definitely the time of year
when I begin longing for a sandy beach.
Most of these fabric pieces I picked up in Belfast, Maine last year.
You can about imagine how it tore me apart to cut into them.
I like to make the inside of my bags as appealing as the outside.
Now I'm going to try and talk Mr. b into a tropical vacation!
~b is for boat