That title is a paraphrase of a very famous Yiddish saying.
When I was a kid, my grandfather used to say, Kleine Kinder, Kleine Tsoros, Grosse Kinder, Grosse Tsoros. That means little children, little problems. Big children, big problems.
I spent a good part of my childhood thinking that my grandfather had made up that phrase and wasn’t he clever and wise. A few years ago I saw that saying in a book and can still remember how horrified I felt to discover it wasn’t original to him.
The other phrase? The one that relates to the title of this post? Well, he never said that, but writing it made me think of it and, since I can be a little stream of consciousness sometimes, I took a moment to tell that story.
The planning and laughing has to do with all the lists I make of what I’m going to work on and what I’m going to post about and on and on.
Plan: Pattern some new fabrics, add them to shop, and post about them here.
Reality: Made some new fabric, added them to shop,and am mentioning them here:
Not part of plan: Wake up at 4am (mostly because of AMAZING thunderstorm) and make this:
Granted, I dyed the fabric a while back and even quilted the front and back with the intent of making two pillow covers out of them, but lately I’ve been a little obsessed with the idea of re-purposing some belts that have been gathering dust in my closet.
So, I made the bag pretty much for the sole purpose of figuring out how to incorporate the belt.
And feature the buckle.
I decided to make a hang tab for the buckle and tuck the other end into the seam between the lining and outer shell of the bag. I did have to use a leather needle to sew the non-buckle end, but that wasn’t a problem.
Initially I thought I’d leave the bag open with no button closure, but there again, my plan and reality were different things.
So, new plan: Make unscheduled trip to thrift store to find more belts and make more bags.