I was bored.
Boredom is a very bad place, for me. It breeds Chaos.
I wanted.....NEEDED...New. New challenges. New look. Just NEW!
A remnant of soft burnished gold pleather followed me home. Like kid without the guilt. (Gilt?)
Only a yard, but I knew immediately it was destined to be a vintage inspired bag, with luxurious pleating or gathers. Nearby, a piece of linen etched with soft metallic gold. A match! Awaiting arrival of obscure pattern to curve-ify to The Vision.
Note: when someone speaks of The Vision, be wary.
Mana from God: gold Armadillo buttons in the button drawer! Armadillos on linen placket will nicely complement the pleats and curves. Less Grandma in Boca. More Cowboy Couture. The only way it could be better? Tiny golden blimp or tire buttons! Metallic polymer clay.......??? Swoon!
Sew the bag, first. Mess with buttons, later.
I am in love. My family is horrified.
They are doubting the " Pinch of Bad Taste" rule I design by. Like that deliciously appalling chartreuse wall is not, now, beloved? Though, they've never come 'round to the grouping of antique photographs of Ugly People Not Related to Us, affectionately dubbed, The Hall of Horrors.
" Think of the stories of these peoples' lives! Their dreams..."
" No! Their dreams are all nightmares!"
They should be glad it's only a gold pleather bag. This time.