I’ll be traveling around with Jon on the Rose in a Storm book tour for the next few weeks and am planning on sketching and blogging while away. Since I don’t have a bag for my laptop, I naturally thought I’d make one. So this morning I went into the studio thinking it would be a relaxing enjoyable day. What could be easier than making a bag for myself.
But I’ve been a bit jumpy the past few days, so before going to the studio I meditated for 20 minutes. My mind tried to get me to take a fast walk or clean the house (which I usually only do when I’m nervous) but I knew from experience that what I really needed was to do was nothing.
Maybe it’s the rain, or my peri-menopausal state, or too much tea but when I got to the studio my body felt like it was filled with Rice Krispies and I had just drank a big glass of milk. Work I thought, work will calm me. I put on a Krishna Das CD and started choosing colors.
It came together pretty quickly and I experimented a bit with some new stitches and my free motion foot.
When I came back from lunch I looked at the bag and realized the flap was all wrong. So I cut it off. Now I had to make a new one and figure out how to sew it on. So I did. It looked ok, not great, but it would do.
But when I tried to put the laptop in, the bag was too small. It fit before the new flap, but with all the adjustments something went wrong. I looked at it for a few seconds and decided to salvage some of the fabric. I started cutting it apart but before I got too far I crumpled it into a ball and threw it in the garbage.
Last time I took the laptop traveling, I wrapped it in a towel and put it in my bag. It really worked fine, who needs a bag.