It hardly seems possible but the summer-that-never-was is over and we’re back to school tomorrow. It rained. A lot. It was cold. We stayed inside and we read books and we watched movies and we drank hot chocolates. We managed the occasional mad dash to a park for some fresh air. We had one lunatic day of op shopping.
My favourite find was a knitting bag. What originally drew me to it were the twenty plus reels of sewing thread stuffed inside. Totally worth the $2 price tag just to own the thread. I’m not quite sure what to do with the almost 50 pairs of knitting needles in every size imaginable including small fence-post. The buried treasure, however, turned out to be the knitting bag itself.
After some no nonense treatment with soap and a nail brush, years and years of grime were washed away to reveal the most beautiful bright red leather in perfect condition. I’m hardly a knitter (three wash cloths and a bee so far this year ) so this bag has become my new take-everywhere because it’s roomy enough for wallet and keys and phone AND diary and pens and current library book.
And look how it matches my red shoes. Like they were made for each other.