Before I blather on about unimportant minutia . . . my friend Scott Hull is in desperate need of a liver again.  He is now in the number one slot of the liver transplant list at John’s Hopkins.   His cousin Marcus donated a big healthy chunk of liver to Scott last fall, but transplants don’t always go as planned, and Scott needs a full donor liver, and he needs it now.  Please send him good thoughts as he waits for a liver–it’s a strange thing to pray for someone else to donate an organ, I know.   If you are an organ donor, thank you.  I owe you some cookies.  If you’re not a registered organ donor, please consider becoming one to help wonderful people like my friend and his family.

And now I’m going to blather on about unimportant minutia, because I can’t actually go to the liver store.

Those bags I’m making?  I’ve been trying to churn them out,  and using scraps counts as cleaning, so that’s a plus.  Anyway, I listed one that I really really really wanted
to keep, but figured it was more important to fill my Etsy shop than to keep something I could reproduce, at least in a similar form.  Yep.
I’m that dumb.  It sold (yay!) so I had to send it off to its new owner, who is not actually me (sigh).  Godspeed, perfect little spiraled batik bag.  I hope your new owner is kind to you.

And then there was an issue with a small experiment and a leaky iron.  I dyed some twill ages ago to make something for my husband, but the resultant fabric was far too bright for him.  And I wanted to figure out whether or not the abandoned fabric would make a good inner base for the bags–I hate to waste fabric.  But I worried the fabric would crock, so I planned to make a pale bag and machine wash it–to see if Synthaprol could save the day, and so I could definitively answer any questions that arise about washing the bags.  If fabric crocks in a washing machine, it’s easy to make sure the dye doesn’t set on the other fabrics near it, don’t cha know.  But when a crocking fabric is soaked by a puddle from a leaking iron while a person is off making lunch, well, the damage is harder to erase.

Doh!  It  now has a blue cast in spots.  Whoops.  I guess that twill needs another purpose.  The bag is still cute, though.  I guess I could list it as a second.  Or keep it.

While we’re speaking of blue . . . a better photo of those imperfect  socks:

With a bright teal  toe.  Thankfully they’re decently photographed now and I can finally wear them.  Sunlight is a rare thing here, these days.

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