Right after G. was born, her father kept bugging me about a new bag he wanted for his mobile phone. He got a new one for his birthday, but it was bigger than the previous. The old bag wasn't good enough anymore. So, one day I was done listening to him, and measured the mobile and started the bag.
When he got home again, he got really upset. It was too small...
Damn it! I still don't know how could I get so wrong with that sewing project. I blame it on the fact that G. was just a few days old, I wasn't sleeping much, and felt as tired as never before.
Obviously, I then made a second one. Which was fine. Luckily enough, the first one was just the perfect fit for my own mobile.
|this is the final one for him|
|both of them. can you see the different sizes? what was I thinking?|
|back - sorry for the bad picture|
|and mine. I cheated and used the red trim just because I felt too lazy to change it in the sewing machine|