He wanted fabric with variety, but none of the "licensed prints" worked for him. Maybe a stripe? Maybe a print? Nope. There were no stripes or prints in the entire wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling merchandising space of the Hancock Fabric store that would possibly work for his bag. "Can you make a fabric for me, Mom?" After more than an hour walking around the store, I wearily agreed to "make him a fabric" and introduced him to the fat quarter corner. Not just two different fabrics, or even just three or four, he had to have SIX different fabrics. Six different fabrics that really didn't seem to coordinate. The cashier appeared a bit confused when he told her we were making a bag.
His dad and sister ribbed him all the way home about the "quilt" that Mom would make him to carry his books in. He didn't let it get to him -- he had a vision of how to mix his red and zebra and black and brown and orange and gray fabrics. This vision also included his favorite fabric -- wait for it-- red minky. Even I was starting to wonder about this project.
|The back side reverses to...|
|...the front side; lined in...|
|Stiffly interfaced triangles for grommets through which we loop the paracord.|
|It even worked well as a candy bag for trick-or-treating & even coordinated with his (self-designed) costume.|
Now he wants me to attach a water bottle holder.