chickadee: project

Saturday, May 10

project

hannah and i started working on a project tonight. last night i found a purse pattern online and tried making myself a purse and it turned out so well that we decided to go ahead and make more. here is the finished product...

the one on the left is the one i made last night and the one on the right is the one i made for ghia. after i texted her a picture of the one i made she said she wanted one with purple. i think i like her clasp better for sure, but i like my longer handles a little better. who knows. i love them both.

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