Last week I finally finished with the knit and felting portions of my my evilchick bag, so all that was left was to line it with fabric and attach handles or straps of some sort. I perused my own limited fabric collection. While I do have some very nice fabrics, I didn’t have any that that were awesome enough for my awesome bag. Off to the fabric store with me. I wandered among the piles of fabric searching for that one pattern that would speak to me. That would say “ESC, I am awesome. And also? I am on sale.”
Intarsia must be derived from the Latin word meaning “tangled as fuck,” because I have a tangled mess surrounding me every time I move. Every time I think I have the yarns all straightened out, I scratch my nose and the whole thing goes to hell. What is the cause of the hell?
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