Anyway.....MISS Rose... has that perfect puppy dog look along with a whine that will put the most enthusiastic 4 year old to shame. Sometimes this works for Rose.... Guilt. HAHAHA. Trust me, I'm laughing here. I brought some things to "Show and Tell" at guild over the past 6 months and each time I proudly showed my completed bags: (Retreat Bag posted here and Bionic Gear Bag posted here, and Toiletry bag posted here) I heard this little whimper from the back row....that got kinda screechy.... and while I thought I dodged them, smiled, and forgot about it...she was slowly whittling away at my armor...
" Wherrrreee'sss Miiinnnnnneeee??? "
I'd smile.... laugh uncomfortably... "You gotta make one if you want one Rose...." and she would show the most dramatic look of shock she could muster....followed by a pout. Now Rose is about 4 foot something, cute as a button, EIGHTY-ONE years old and has a tendency to come along on my Craig's List adventures, wearing her Eeyore pajamas, pretending to be a pain-in-the-ass granny that can't make up her mind. Sometimes, the seller will feel that guilty twinge that I thought (foolishly) that I was immune to.... and give us a good price just to get rid of us....
Mental Note #1 - Gotta make Rosie a retreat bag with Halloween fabrics, she would just love that.
Mental Note #2 - Gotta make Rosie a toiletries bag, she would just love that.
Mental Note #3 - Gotta make Rosie a Bionic Gear Bag, maybe with those purplish leftovers I have from another project, she would just love that.
So I would mention these mental notes to other friends, and thus committing in my mind that I'm going to do it....right?? WRONG.
I texted her one weekend when all these mental notes were flying around in my head and made it down on paper. I was like.....what happened here??? How did she do that????
The text went something like this - "Let's talk bags for a minute missy.. You've asked me for a Toiletry Bag, a Chubby Charmer bad AND a Bionic Gear bag. Guilt is weighing on me bad here... can you pick a favorite or something? "
So I'm waiting for her response right..... I'm waiting to be released from my guilt with something like "Oh my goodness...I was just kidding, you don't have to make me a bag...." right? WRONG.
She comes back with "Is the Bionic Bag the one u showed on Tues night?
.................. yes......... (as I'm hanging my guilt ridden head in my hands watching my phone)....
"I would love that one." she says.
So away I go to my stash and get cutting. I want to get this thing done and OUT of my head!!!
|Purplish HST's left over from another project|
|LITTLE purplish HST's too!|
|My handy Dandy Notecards for cutting|
|The inside structure - mirrored|
|Sized the piece I sewed together for the outside|
|Pieced together the inside|
|Viola! a Purpley Bag for Rosie!|
|I like how the pieced outside turned out!|
|Little Dumpling dish in there to match|
She proceeds to show off her bag as HER show and tell.....giggling the whole way.
While this post is dated Sept 13 - I'm actually writing it in January 2017 and back dating it. I've been meaning to sit still for a night and post a bunch of different things that I've been doing. I tell you this only because it is relevant to the story here. EVERY single time I have seen Rose since.....there is that whimper, then whine, then shock, then pout about something. Anything, you pick. And I look at her, point my finger and tell her... "Oh no you don't!! I'm immune!! You go find someone else to pick on! I've got at least a year before that crap works on me again....". And she smiles and laughs and crosses her arms and wanders away... She knows I've got her number now. bwahahahahahahaha....