Last week, I posted a picture of the doctor that delivered our new grandson. Here is a picture of the nurse, Liz, who helped our daughter-in-law, Elizabeth labor. She seems happy with her Tad Bag.

On October 5th, we became grandparents for the first time. Here is a picture of Hunter, Elizabeth, (his mom,) and Dr. Christine, who delivered him. Are they happy about the baby or the Tad Bag?

I was contacted by Jen, who sent me a picture of her bag. She got if from her dad who is my dad’s first cousin. You never know who is going to end up with one of these bags!

Xe, a nurse who works in our emergency department, sent me these fun pictures of her bag.

The Giants are in the world series again. That is inspiration enough to make some Giant-colored bags this week.

Making blue bags is different from making orange or yellow bags because the straps are not nine feet long. They are short and I have to use a different technique in sewing them. In this case, I made six bags at one time and tried to make them as identical as possible. Usually, my “no two bags are identical” approach is like a badge of honor. In this case, I was able to make them all very similar, though not identical, of course, since they are made of discarded materials.

Jessica is very happy to take a bag with her back to SoCal!

People often ask me when how I learned how sew and how old I was when I started. I learned to sew by just doing it. My mother always had a sewing machine and she showed me how to use it but I was never taught how to sew. In reality, I have never really sewn, like, you know, using cloth and a pattern to make clothing. My sewing has always been to create something I wanted. This I started doing when I was pretty young. As evidence I reluctantly share with you a picture I recently got from my parents. It shows me at about age ten or so, sitting at my mother’s sewing machine.