Bags

Ahhh, so many things to blog about. Like how I bruised my tail bone at Lindsay's birthday party on Saturday which explains why I am not on the computer a lot and why I am sitting on one of those donut seats right now. Or what we did to actually celebrate our anniversary. Or how for 5 minutes yesterday I was in tears, freaking out that Ellie had been stolen from school. Or going to lunch with my friend Gina who is due any day with her 4th child. How is it possible that people who started having kids at the same time as me are having their 4th or 5th child? I can't even commit to having one more after Sadie! Or finishing Breaking Dawn and learning that my sister and I are the only people who hated it.

But instead, I'm going to blog about bags. Ellie really wanted a hand-sewn Church bag and I have no sewing skills. One summer we made my grandpa a lap quilt with little teddy bears in rows. I have no idea who thought they would let me sew the top, but I did a horrible job. The whole thing was crooked and slowly the teddy bears went from whole on the left side, to decapitated by the right side of the quilt. I also tried to sew Nativity costumes at Super Saturday one year. I had to have my machine re-threaded 4 times! I didn't even finish them until a month later when someone invited me over to "help" me out. So yeah, that's why you never see me at Mary Ellen's.

Anyway, back on subject here! Ellie wanted a bag and you know who sews -- MY MOM! She even sewed our Halloween costumes when we were little. She even taught Meredith to sew. You know who she didn't teach -- ME! Oh yeah, you've already learned that little point. But now you can see why I'm bitter. So I decided that while we were in Idaho, my mom should sew Ellie a church bag. Sewing in Idaho is a long-time tradition. When we were little we would go play Barbies in the basement. Kathleen and I were huge jerks and always stole my Aunt Kristine's barbie clothes, so my Grandma would sit at the sewing machine and make Kristine new clothes. Then we would see those and steal them too because my Grandma's clothes were even cuter than the store ones. Kristine would end up dressing her barbies in old socks.

Wow -- another tangent. Not surprising to those who know me well. So while we were in Idaho, Kathleen and I ventured off to the closest fabric store -- Wal-Mart -- to buy fabric. There was some sort of conversation which started off with, "Hi! We're inept. . ." Followed by numerous questions about fabric and yardage. We couldn't figure out why we were the chosen two to buy fabric. Neither one of us knows a darn thing! But we came home with cute fabric and patterns. Not just for a bag for Ellie, but for Nate too.

If you remember my Idaho blog, you'll remember that "sewing bags" was not mentioned. The schedule was too full, so my mom and Kristine started on Ellie's bag after we left and then Kristine finished up Nate's bag once my mom was gone. And without further tangent -- here are the bags:

It's picture day, by the way.

And while I'm talking about bags, here's my swim bag. Is that an ESPRIT bag you ask? Why YES! It is! Only the coolest bags EVER! In the late 8o's that is. I bought this bag one summer and my awesome Aunt Kristine bought one that was slightly smaller and black. After thinking it over for a few days, I decided that I liked the black bag better and my sweet sweet Aunt, used to giving up things like Barbie clothes, agreed to switch with me. The black ESPRIT bag is probably buried in a landfill in Korea after a few years of use. Kristine, however, used her green bag for years and years in the back of her car. A year ago I got a surprise package in the mail and inside was. . . the green ESPRIT bag. Still makes me laugh every time I look at it. And so now it is our swimming bag. Also, I can't believe I wrote this much about bags.

And a picture of cutie Sadie. She's probably plotting something that will be a huge mess for me to pick up.