My sister had a birthday coming up so I went around to the various stashes I have tucked about to find the right fabric. Sometimes I have a clear idea in mind of just what I want to do but not quite sure what to make it from. Other times I look about me and find the materials that seem to say " yep, I'm the one" and then the idea of what it will be follows.
Either way, it doesn't help when your sewing machine is acting up and you've broken your last needle for it. So hand sewing entered out of necessity but brought much more to mind. There is just something about that immediate contact of your hands with what your working on that gives you even more of a connection with what you're creating. The sun shone over as I worked, birds called out, and a cool breeze just completely set it for me. I began thinking about a time not too far away when people hand sewed everything. Did they detest the time put into it or did they get that quiet satisfaction watching a trail of stitches follow behind their hands?
I had an idea that I would make her little bird pins that she could interchange or just remove all together when she wanted but their tails were a bit long and awkward. Sure, they were cute but didn't work with the size so I clipped them off. Two different people exclaimed, "partridges!" So there you have it, partridges.
I topped it off with a sewn card. For guidance on both the card and bag I consulted an old favorite.
It's filled with great projects and does a good job of making your own clothing feel very approachable.