Yesterday, my daughter and I took in a good dose of delusion spring at the flower show, gazing wistfully upon all kinds of landscaping ideas, oohing and ahhhing over
about a gazillion orchids in full bloom (of which I snapped not a single pic), exploring another gazillion houseplants (yeah, no pics of those, either) for ideas on
prettying up those darker spots in the house, and just generally enjoying all that flowery color. We were fairly restrained in our purchasing. So restrained, in fact, that not a single plant came home with us. Instead, my daughter bought stuff
for cooking. I happily nibbled lots of little treats throughout the show but since I pretty much don't cook anymore, I left that stuff to my daughter. What did I find that I couldn't leave behind? Yeah, a knitting bag.
A 36-pocket bag with a zipper that allows the bag to open flat and zip up inside out for easy access to the pockets. It also has straps for cinching the top closed, and other straps to make it a back pack. The guy who designed it did so from his carpenter's view point, but realized it can be used for a whole bunch of purposes. As I thought about stuff I could put in it, I realized it would work quite well as a spinner's bag, too. I could put in it my hand cards, a set of my wool combs, my niddy noddy (since one end came unglued), a nostepinde, drop spindle, even my book charka, with some fiber topping it all. So yeah, I restrained myself by buying only two bags.