Properly Aged

Surprisingly, my mojo returned much faster than I expected.

I was thinking about trying to fit more stash bins in the closet, and wondered out loud if they would fit if I put them in narrow end out. My thought was to borrow Dearly Beloved's metal tape measure and see if the depth of the closet could manage the length of the bins.

This seemed a logical way to determine it, but at the moment, I had something else that needed attending and I didn't go upstairs to see if it would work.

Dearly Beloved wandered upstairs and the next thing I knew, there was a torrent of profanity erupting above my head.  I got up the stairs as quickly as I could (granted, that was not very quickly) to find that, rather than measuring, he'd decided to move the bins.

The one he had pulled out was heavier than he expected and he'd lost his grip. The lid came off and the contents were cascading across the floor.

And there was a sweet bag kit, designed by Tricia Nguyen, and offered through the auspices of Fine Lines magazine (which I still miss). I had totally forgotten about it.

But then again, the kit is twenty years old.

I've been accumulating stash for a very long time.

So, I pulled it out and sewed the linen to scroll bars, and got started.

This is where I am as of tonight:

I am thoroughly enjoying this.

And I believe I will continue with it.