Hans was away on business for a few days and I took full advantage by never putting my sewing stuff away. Normally I'll get as much sewing done during the day that I can and then put everything away before Hans gets home in the evening. We only have a tiny table that we have to share (imagine dinner in addition to two computers!) and then there's the ironing board, and all my supplies etc... add to that mix, a pitty whom I seem to constantly be sidestepping or trying to shove aside on the settee so that I can have my own personal tiny space, and you can see why Wilbur and I turned into absolute pigs while Hans was away.
This is actually appears to be pretty neat.
No spools of thread, scissors, snippers, bobbins, fabric scraps...
Only that pesky little pitty.
My galley area taken over by a box of notions.
I doubt if Columbus ever envisioned a future navigation station being hampered with an iron and ironing board.
Just below the ironing board is a bin full of dog food and on top of that; two baskets full of scissors, thread, and notions.
I take Wilbur to the dog park quite frequently and I've met a ton of really nice people there. One of them is Michelle and she has the sweetest bull dog-pit bull mix (who wiggles like a worm and plays kissy face with every dog that enters the park). Michelle recently lost her office job and is making ends meet by cleaning houses.
I'm finding the need to keep my brain occupied these days, so this morning I whipped up this little lunch bag.
Aha! Back when I was cleaning houses I chanced onto this Linda Spivey wash day fabric and made myself a work bag. When we moved onto the boat I brought the left over scraps and dug them out last night.
It looks like a simple bag here.
But emerging from its inside is this insert.
These black ties are for reference only. I ended up stopping at the fabric store on my way to the dog park and found a perfect creamy yellow shade of cording but forgot to take a picture of the end result.
A view from the top but imagine it without those black ties.
Oh, I forgot. The plaid material came from a fabulous woven Indian fabric I lucked onto at the Good Will a few years ago (for a couple of bucks) I still have tons of it left but I was very happy when I realized it worked so well with the wash day fabric.
This is Wilbur, after a wild day of sewing (check out the paw beneath his jowls).
His motto may be, 'Party On Dude!' but he's really just an innocent baby at heart.
I let him have his dreams.