My mother is the type of girl that lives in her purse. Her life is in her purse, and it never leaves her side. So imagine her dismay when the strap on her current purse randomly decided to break last week.
So much for designer purses--that was Isaac Mizrahi! Geez, you'd think you were paying for quality. Well fine--we don't need no stinkin' designer purses! I decided I could make her a purse that was just as stylish, courtesy, of course, of crochet.
Hmm. Well, I guess I wouldn't exactly call it "designer". In fact, I'm not even sure if I would call it "pretty." Okay, okay, we'll call that Take One. Back to the drawing board for Take Two...