Oh, no. I couldn't.
Well, ok, if you insist.
This is always the dialog that plays out in my head whenever I make something for myself. I don't know why. But it is. I always feel a bit selfish when I spend my time making something for myself. It's goofy. I must get over this.
On the inside, this Glory Bag has a little floral pocket for my cell phone...
It also has a zippered pocket for the things I don't want to escape. (No. I don't keep a guinea pig in my purse. I'm talking about things like coins, or gift cards, or other loose things that might fall out.) Thanks to all those Zippy Wallets, I have finally mastered the zippered pocket. Yippee!
Besides making this Glory Bag, I have been busy in our yard. We have had some beeeauutiful days. Yesterday it was eighty degrees. Woo-hoo. Tomorrow it is only supposed to be forty...back to the real world, I guess. With the exception of a few daffodils and some other early risers, the ground in my flower bed is still sleeping, but I know that things are happening in the secret where I can't see them. I'm always astounded when I look out one morning and BANG! things are growing. For now, most of the bushes in my yard look like this.
They are patiently waiting for their turn to bust on to the scene with a glorious display of spring green for the delight of my senses. Not Ms. Forsythia, though. Look at her. She is such a show off.
I love her. She is truly sunshine in bush form. I want to inhale her so that all of her sunny goodness will be bubbling inside me. That might be kinda painful, though. Sticks up the nose wouldn't be a good feeling. For now, I will be content to feast my eyes on her and be reminded of what is to come. Ahhh, spring...bursts of color, twitterpated animals, moist earth, new life...I love you, spring.