During the gloominess of last Sunday afternoon, I started He Knew He Was Right on Netflix, pulled out some yarn, and whipped this fun little project out.
The bag consists of two round pieces attached to a 54" length of strap/gusset. I had to modify the pattern slightly to make the round pieces lie flat - they were starting to look like two hats.
The bag has a crocheted button hole and a funky faux leather button. I think I would like to attach a larger button at some point, but this will work for now.
As you can see, the round parts of the bag are lined with some nifty green and brown paisley fabric left over from another unfinished project. I like how this gives the bag a finished look and keeps the crochet from stretching like crazy. Since my other purse (purchased at a random Anaheim Target on our honeymoon) is falling apart (and is in desperate need of some quality time in the washing machine), I'm looking forward to using this bag.
In other news, I'm supremely grateful for God's grace in helping me transition to this silly 12-hour night shift business. I only cried once this morning...and that's saying something. I don't know how Steve is faring since I don't see/talk to him much, but I know that it must be exhausting to make this reversal to normal sleeping habits. Today is our 8th monthiversary, and he surprised me with some beautimous gerber daisies which make me smile each time I look at them.
I also don't know what I would do without my mom who not only really listens to everything I say (be it positive or downright crabby) but also cleans my pigsty of a kitchen after a long hard day. She knows how to make me feel better without offering any medication.
Speaking of medication, I'm thinking that I should go take some Emergen-C in an attempt to kick this beastly sore throat. I hate, hate, hate being sick, but I think all of my stressing about Steve getting sick from lack of sleep contributed to my picking up a bug. Oof. Hopefully sleeping will go better tonight.