I also made Dad a tallit bag (a tallit is a prayer shawl, which is typically stored in a zippy bag) to replace the super-duper ombre one I made that was - sniff sniff - lost.
|The Ex-Tallit Bag|
|The NEW Tallit Bag!|
Also, the process of going to London included getting to London. So I figured I'd better carry some hand stitching with me to pass the time. (Try not to laugh so hard, your computer screen can't take the coffee. I'm sure the mothers of some families who travel overseas wind up needing a hand-project.)
|Deco Delight by Fabric Freedom|
An aside for thread-cutting travelers: baby nail clippers seem to be acceptably non-threatening to security staff. My child's plastic-handled, round tipped scissors were deemed desperately dangerous, however, and were confiscated, and are presumably now in scissor heaven.
These before-and-after pictures show the sum total amount of beading I achieved in a week of travel. I hope you are impressed.
Two days after our return home, I couldn't help but notice it was my son's birthday. There it was. Big as day. Behold, the prodigal son is 12.
I have beading on the brain, and I happen to know that he lurves the feeling of a seed beads, so, zippy-bag-number-gizbillion, Come On Down!
My favourite part of this project so far, is that this morning my dh asked "So, what are you working on these days?" and I said "I'm doing some white beading to spell the word Giants." and he said "No, really."
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