The Bag Lady


I love making bags for the people I love. But, I get very anxious when I have to pick out the fabric. My sweet sister-in-law, Kerrie, had told me that she trusted my judgement for her bag. I roamed the fabric store for the longest time looking for material. Once I found this adorable, pink, owl fabric, though, the decision was easy. Here's the finished product-

 I have to say, I love it. 
 See the owls? Oh!
 Inside, loads of pockets. Crucial when you have a baby, or two in Kerrie's case. 
They just got one of their foster babies back. I got this done just in time!
Now, my favorite thing about this project.
Kerrie has a 3 year-old daughter, Jocelyn, who LOVES her big sister role. 
What does every big sister need?
A big sister bag!

Introducing, the Mini-Me Bag


Just looking at these makes me happy. I think I need to make myself something out of this fabric. What do you think about a pink owl muumuu?

Comments

  1. kerriekAugust 10, 2011 at 11:09 AM

    This is the first time I've seen it! I LOVE it! And Joss will love that she gets one too! Thank you so much Julie, I can't wait to fill it up!

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  2. JulieAugust 10, 2011 at 11:26 AM

    Oh no! I thought you already had it. Dang!

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  3. meegzAugust 10, 2011 at 11:41 AM

    LOVE these!!!

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  4. Michelle SAugust 10, 2011 at 8:50 PM

    You are soooo cool! I LOVE them!

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  5. LiaAugust 18, 2011 at 8:58 PM

    I love the bags, I love the fabric! Make an apron!

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