Crap. So I decided to do it right and make a bag. I went to the local quilt shop to get fabric. I have to say that finding a pink that I didn't find offensive was impossible. I am from quilting stock - I know about fabrics a little and I didn't see any of the interesting fabrics I have seen elsewere. So I settled on 'nice'. I came home to start a 'nice' bag and my machine (which has been threatening non performance for some time) would. not. work.
I might just add here that my stress levels have been rather high. So high I have even taken myself off to therapy to deal with it. How do you think a non working machine went down when I had to make something I didn't like before the end of the weekend. I will say it did not go down well. So I improvised and borrowed a machine from a neighbour. After hours of jammed thread and a reel of white cotton used up I looked longingly at the orange bag. But karma......so I called the neighbour in for a tuition on her machine. It worked perfectly until she left and I had to change the bobbin.
So forward to now - it is 10pm Saturday night. I have been to a spin-in all day with some die hard and wanna be spinners and some in between ( I call them over-achievers - you know who you are). I came home and tiled a bathroom floor and then went out for dinner. At 9pm I was finally onto the bag and at 10pm it is finished.
I can't say I particularly like it but then it isn't for me - and now I can cross it off the list.