You know how something annoys you for ages then finally you figure out a way to fix it, then more ages pass, then finally you fix it? And wonder why you didn't just do it before, instead of spending energy being annoyed? Today. Bathrobe. Me.
The usual problem, silly little lady pockets that won't hold a phone or a book or anything useful. I like this robe, it's cheerful and it fits. But I avoided wearing it because I need to carry my phone always. A safety precaution for an ancient, I mean mature, single lady.
Then finally I got around to enlarging the pockets. I found a nice piece of linen I dyed for an artwork years ago, leftover bit.
Cut sections to insert into the pockets. Did so after making sure they would be deep enough for my hands and my phone.
You'll notice I preserved the bottom of the pockets, inserted the linen in the middle. That way the serging at the pocket edges was kept and it was still strong enough for purpose.
I now have two lovely pockets I can put my phone in and any other stray items I need to carry.
The linen is beautiful, like slipping your hand into an artwork.
Then there are activities you just do because you feel like them, no redeeming social value, no serious artistic purpose, just a pleasant way of messing about.
I thought I'd try the EZ baby booties with a bear in mind.
Stripes just because.
He likes the first one and is looking around anxiously for the rest of the pair. He would also like me to remove his name tag since he's been living here about eight years. He tells me this means he's staying. Another thing to consider doing once I get around to it..
He may start jonesing for a hat. Or a sweater. I may have opened a can of yarns.
