Messenger Bag

Last week I bought some lovely fabric scraps. All of them quite sizeable. But I didn’t have any idea what to do with them. Yet.

Over the weekend the idea formed of making a messenger bag. I need a new bag for my sport clothes as the one I’ve been using is about 20 years old and beginning to fall apart.
I’ve read so many tutorials, seen so many YouTube tutorials. But I couldn’t make head nor tails of it. Nothing made sense to me. Until I found this tutorial on YouTube:

I could follow it step by step, without any problems. I think I’ve watched this tut over a dozen times before even trying to cut the fabric. I couldn’t believe how easy it is. And it sure made me wonder why I couldn’t understand the other tutorials.

I did make a few adjustments. For instance I didn’t make a zipper pouch and I added two side pockets. I was planning on making those on the outside, but forgot to add them to the fabric, so I added them to the inside later. This works even better. And I made it bigger as my shoes need to fit inside.

Messenger bag

What did I use?

  • 3 pieces of fabric (40 by 50 cm), pink with hearts (for the outside)
  • 3 pieces of fabric (40 by 50 cm), pink (for the inside)
  • 3 pieces of fusible batting (40 by 50 cm) (for the filling)
  • 2 pieces of fabric (40 by 20 cm), pink with hearts (for the sides)
  • 2 pieces of fabric (40 by 20 cm), pink (for the sides)
  • 2 pieces of fusible batting (40 by 20 cm) (for the side filling)
  • 1 piece of fabric (50 by 20 cm), pink with hearts (for the bottom)
  • 1 piece of fabric (50 by 20 cm), pink (for the bottom)
  • 1 piece of fusible batting (50 by 20 cm)(for the bottom filling)
  • 2 pieces of fabric (20 by 50 cm), pink with hearts (for the front packets)
  • 4 pieces of fabric (15 by 20 cm), pink (for the side pockets)
  • 1 piece of fabric (13 by 110 cm), pink (for the strap)
  • 1 piece of fusible batting (11 by 108 cm) (for the strap filling)
  • 2 buttons
  • thread (lots of it)

As I said, it’s a big bag. But I love it! And I went back to the shop to buy even more fabric as I want a bag for my work clothes too. Admittedly, it will be a bit smaller and I’ll make a few adjustments along the way, but I can’t wait to begin sewing again.

messenger bag, inside

Thank you Whitney, for the great and easy tutorial!

 

What to do with the remaining owls…

Every year, on the 11th of November, as soon it gets dark, children up to the age of 11/12 go door to door with hand-crafted lanterns made of paper, singing songs, hoping to receive some candy or fruit.

Last year I gift wrapped the candy and the children loved it. So this year I thought I’d do something better.

I found this tutorial through Pinterest and thought it would be awesome if I could make something like that. So I bought some paper and some craft eyes.
As I don’t have a cuttlebug I used paper towel rolls instead.

owls in their box

I made 40 of those, the biggest part when I had night shifts. My colleagues loved them. They were cooing over them,even without the eyes, which I attached later.

I thought 40 would be sufficient, as last year I had 23 children come to the door. unfortunately, this year, the weather was foul and only 10 kids turned up…

So I was stuck with 30 little owls. I gave 2 to a client at work, whose great-granddaughter is going through chemo and a bone merrow transplant for leukemia. I thought it’d be nice for her and her little sister to get one each.

28 remaining. Now what? Luckily I came across an interesting project where toys are being collected for children of families who have to live on charity hand-outs. I contacted them and the said they’d love to have them.

more owls

So on saturday I brought the remaining owls to the charity. The women flocked together, all cooing over the owls. And I got asked if I wanted to make more next year! Of course I said yes!

So I’m already collecting paper towel rolls and paper in all kinds of colour, just to make a whole bunch of owls and other cute things you can make with paper towel rolls.

for more owl love, please visit kerryspapercrafts.com

Can we please go home?

I’ve never really liked travelling. The mere thought of airplanes scare me. The different wildlife (spiders, snakes) scares me. Thus I’ve never been far away from home.

When I was 14 we went on a schooltrip to Luxembourg. It scared me. I had to be away from my parents for 5 days, sleeping in the same room, it turned out to be the same bed, with a classmate I didn’t like. No teachers around me that I trusted.
The thought of not having enough medication on me scared me. The thought of not being able to travel home when I wanted scared me.
It turned out not to be so bad.

We had to be at school on monday, at 6 AM. This was hard for most of my classmates and at least one of them missed the bus. The first part of our trip was to a vulcanic lake. I can’t remember where exactly it was and Google brings me no further. We were allowed to swim in the lake, but one of our teachers scared us by saying it was incredibly deep.

The next stop was at a chairlift. It almost went straight up and I think it might have been in Cochem, Germany.

After this my memories are a bit foggy. This because of the damp surroundings and altitude. It made me have multiple asthma attacks for the rest of the trip.

The things I can remember are a trip to Bastogne, where we went to the Bastogne War Museum. I loved it there (pretty weird thing to say about a war museum) and I was so annoyed by my classmates not listening to the stories and not paying attention and fooling around.
We also had a walk through the Müllerthal, which I liked, as my last name is Muller. I remember this day clearly as I thought I had a good day, without Asthma attacks. But halfway in the walk the hills began to climb very steeply and I almost couldn’t manage. I remember classmates helping me up and teachers carrying me. But the views… The views were amazing!

The rest I really can’t remember. This trip was the furthest I’ve ever been from home. I’d like to do it again with Jay, but I’m scared of being away from home, to places I don’t know. Most of the holidays we took together we went home early because I didn’t want to stay another minute…

So Many Books

Many of you will know books are a great love of mine. I can’t get enough of them. I love books, the more the better.

One of my hobbies is reading, another is BookCrossing. BookCrossing is a site where I have registered more than 700 books to this date. The idea is to read (if I like them) and release those books. So people can find them and read them. And later hopefully release them again for the next reader.

I’ve been a BC member for 4 and a half years and I love it. I had heard of it before, but never gotten around to try to find the site.
But one day, when I was at work I found a book. I remember clearly I saw it, but couldn’t stop at that particular time. I hoped it’d still be on that bench by the time I got back. And it was.
From that day I was hooked. The idea of releasing books and reading people’s notes is so rewarding. People are mostly very happy when they find a book.

Ballycumber
If you like a book, let it go!

The first few books I released were from my own bookshelves. Books I had read, books I didn’t particularly like and books I bought from a charity shop. The first box was from CreativeChaos. After that I’ve been getting boxes from anywhere and everywhere. I’ve got friends, family, colleagues, even complete strangers giving me (boxes of) books. Just because they like the idea of BookCrossing.

In the 4 and a half years on the site I’ve been fairly active. I released hundreds of books, I’ve registered hundreds more. I’ve read more books than I ever could’ve dreamed. And I’ve met some wonderful and generous people. Many of them I call my friends. I hope to be part of this community for a long time!

This post has been made for the Weekly Photo Challenge.

A Special Toy

Everyone, meet Jiska. She’s my special toy.

She was given to me by Sinterklaas, when I was 4 years old. In about 3 months time my mom would have a baby and my parents thought me having my own doll would be a good idea. It was.

From the moment I unpacked her I loved her. I didn’t want to put her down. She was always with me, even the first time I went to school after Sinterklaas. We all were allowed to bring one toy we got given, so Jiska was the one I chose to bring to school.

I can’t really remember if anything happened that day, but reality is, nobody was allowed to touch her. I remember when I was about 12 years old I dragged a friend out of the house by her hair because she would let Jiska alone.

Jiska

Jiska doesn’t “do” anything. She can’t pee, eat, cry, or whatever dolls can do these days. She has a cloth body and the only moveable thing is her eyes.

She’s currently in a box in the attic, but thankfully Jay knows just how important she still is to me, so he put the box on top of the pile. Making her accessible all the time.

I realised yesterday, when I took her out for photos her eyes are starting to go yellow. This makes me sad. I want her to have the white eyes she always had. So I guess it’s time to find someone who cleans and repairs toys for a living…

Jiska

This post was written for the link-up on the blogpost over at Tattooed Mummy.