Can't you just smell it? The beach, I mean...the fabric is so fresh and relaxing.
The inside is a delicate red and white stripe that doesn't seem like it would match but it's nice and subtle and just works:
And of course there's a zipper. Everyone looooves a zipper.
The beach bag took a few hours. This next bag took most of the week. It's made out of Waverley fabric (it's a home dec weight type of fabric) that shreds like nobody's business. Because I like my bags to have some structure to them, I stupidly interlined this with fleece. I say stupidly because there were bent pins, broken needles, and lots of naughty words involved with this bag. It's not the bag itself--I combined a few patterns I've used before to get the elements the customer wanted, and had no trouble. The problem came in --surprise, surprise--with the zipper, and with the unexpected bulk. I do really like the way the colors and patterns work together, though:
The fabrics are "Flip Flops" and "Beach Umbrella" in the Taffy colorway.
Nifty hidden inside zipper.
Recessed zipper from the outside.
My only beef with this finished product is how I slightly goofed the zipper. I didn't bring it close enough to the edges so there's a gap that bugs the bejeesus out of me. It might be an issue, it might not--but I'm mentally prepared for a zipper redo if she decides she wants one. Otherwise, this bag is bright, fun and sturdy. I would use the remainder for a beach bag--I wouldn't need any interfacing and it would be perfect for the beach. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't make this kind of handbag out of it again, though. It took four nights instead of two and more than once I wanted to trash it out of frustration.
In other exciting news my purse frames arrived!!!! I would have no trouble spending my weekend cranking out bags for these but I must restrain myself--it's not like I can run to the store and pick up more. I had to order these. From Hong Kong. Which means foreign stamps, customs labels, and air mail stickers. You would think that I'm living in 1910 when foreign mail was a big deal instead of in the global age. Little things, folks. Little things.