I made this bag as a hostess gift for my cousin Lois.
The first time I ever came to visit her house as an adult, this was the sight that greeted me:
I was completely entranced, and once I crossed the threshold of the door of her home, it was as if I had entered a sort of adult fairytale world with all manner of decor and, it would seem, a flamingo in every room. A couple of years later when I came across this fabric:
I knew I had to buy it and make her a bag.
So I did.
What follows is the story of how I made this flamingo inspired granny square bag:
for my much loved and admired cousin, who, sadly, left this world far too soon.
The continuing saga of entropy
A practically perfect Thursday
In which I attempt to clear the decks