where did you get that bag?

Today in the grocery store, as I was looking at the sugar content in various duck sauces,  a woman leaned over and pointed at my purse and said- "wow- I love your bag! Where did you get it?"
I turned it over so she could see the yoyo's and embellishment on the "right" side and said: "I made it."
 She looked at me quite surprised and said-"you made it?"
It's 3 years old and still getting the compliments! amazing!

This bag is similar to the one I made for myself except it's in shades of Autumn.
 I am making it for a friend of mine who made a lovely knitted scarf for me.
 I will be sure to give her plenty of business cards for when the admiring folks want to know- where she got her bag!
I'm not bragging, no far from it, but the universe seems to keep repeating the same refrain: Make those quilted yoyo bags, kimmie!!!
If only I could force myself to make them each day in and day out, but I thrive on chaos and can't conform to that much rigidity and repetition.
 I think I would grow tired of them and fall out of love with the process.
 They take a concentrated effort to place the yoyo's and buttons and beads and leaves in the right configuration without it being too much or too little.
Like a certain bear chair, it has to be just right.
 So I spend a lot of time searching through my button tins auditioning this or that while the frustration grows and I finally just sew it down and then another and add a leaf or maybe a bead or a small charm.
It has to flow.
It has to look as if it were growing in a garden.
 Perhaps the garden of a seamstress, who never could grow a real garden because her green thumbs had been used like pincushions for so many years that she couldn't use a trowel- the pain was to great to withstand.
I used to garden but never make time for it anymore.
 I want to stitch and sew and use my time in creating things of beauty.
These are called "Lucky Bags" by the way, cause you are lucky if you ever get one!
 They take so much time-30-40 hours and that's just crazy to try to sell.
Maybe I should call them "Love Bags"- because everyone who sees them loves them and they are a labor of love.
time for sweet dreams,
 goodnight my calamitous friends,
 xo,
love & stitches,
 kim