Sometimes a bag sings out

I have a thing for fabric bags, polka dots and red. When combined they sing to me as I walk past. This divine creature, handwoven in Uzbekhestan, heralded me from a good 20 meters away.

There I was just innocently walking though the Melbourne Craft show thinking of my cute wooden stamps ( see last post) and it snapped me back to earth and cast a love spell on me!

It’s boho huge and gypsy bright.  As I eloped with it, I could feel the wind blowing in my hair, ” heh there Georgie Girl” playing as I strutted along ( yes, happy bags make me strut) and everyone swiveling around to marvel at me and my new BFF.

Isn’t that exactly  how a new bag should feel?

Xoxo

Jane