Faster Than A Speeding Bullet!

OK. I have a great excuse for being late today.  I had a visit from my grandson that is, according to the title, "Faster than a speeding bullet."

He's really not, but have you ever tried to take a photo of an eight month old standing still?  No way can it be done.  I took 44 photos and about 6 were usable.

Anyway, that's my story and I am sticking with it.

I cleaned my closet this morning before they got here.  I found Tessie in the back, rummaging through purses.  She put a claim on this one.

I bought it at a garage sale some time ago.  She announced that it would be a great place to store her purses....

I gladly gave it to her.  The silly thing is too small to even hold a regular sized checkbook type wallet.

I opened it up and she climbed inside with Spike.  Her head just about touches the roof, but that's OK.  I don't think that she is going to do much in there other than make a purse and accessories closet from it.

It didn't open all the way because of the side gussets. 



That problem wasn't much of a problem.  Sharp scissors took care of that in one fell swoop....What is a fell swoop anyway?

I will have to cut the other seam of the gussets out.  Then the fun begins.

Yes, I will get back to the crooked cottage and the weaver's workshop, but who can pass up a forgotten piece in the back of the closet?  I know that Tessie can't and neither can I!



I promise to finish it fast.  Then back to the serious stuff.

I think that shelves in the back and maybe something for shoes in the lid. 

Little feeties on the bottom when it is open, so it will lay flat.

I have to think about the interior. 

Go away and ignore me for a while....Tessie and I have some planning to do!

See you tomorrow.