Win Some, Lose Some Wallet

I finally caved in and bought a big purse.  Mine old one is really small, which I LOVE, but it was getting hard for me to stuff diapers, wipes, and a change of little clothes for a very spit-uppy baby.  Don’t you know I’m also anti diaper bag?  True story.  I don’t think my kids know they can have snacks and toys and anything like that once we leave the house like other kids :)

The problem is, my old purse had a wallet built into it, so I never needed one.  Now… I found myself with a handful of cards that I didn’t want floating around in that big, bottomless bag (for the record, it isn’t THAT big… just bigger). I also wanted something that just fit my needs, that’s all.  A couple card slots, a bill pocket, and… that’s it.

After realizing my dilemma, I sat at the sewing machine and ironing board and starting working on a wallet.  I wanted to use a super stiff interfacing (Peltex by Pellon) so the wallet wouldn’t be flimsy.  When I ironed my fabric to one side, my other piece of fabric was inadvertently ironed to the other side.  Oops.  I guess the Pellon was double-sided iron-on.  And it wasn’t budging. DOH!

So, suddenly my intention of putting in a flap closure, turning everything right side out and doing a pretty top-stitch was out.  And it was getting late.  To make the wallet still usable, I just slapped on some binding and some pathetic sew-on snaps and called it a night (or, early morning, ha ha).  I’ll get around to making exactly what I had in mind some other day.  I win some, I lose some.  This wasn’t that bad of a loss at all, but I would rather LOVE what I made, ya know?

I was hoping to avoid the “homemade” look, which this definitely is, but it holds the cards and cash (the $2 was the only bill near me when I was taking these pictures, ha ha! The only other option was foreign currency) perfectly well. 

I think that the next time I jump into this type of Pellon project, I’ll first go to Sara for advice.  She’s the master at this stuff.

Here’s to OOPS projects!

(And did you know, Arizona Drivers Licenses expire after 60 years or something long like that. I’ve got until 2050 with a really terrible, no make-up, post-partum photo where my shirt is the same color as the backdrop.  SCORE! Because who wants to go wait in line forever for a better picture??)

(I use a lot of parenthetical statements)