if it could go wrong, it did . . .

I was trying to make a cute tote for my friend Robin's birthday.  No matter what step I was on, I messed up.  Kidlet just kept shaking her head and urging me to try again.  I am stubborn.  I should have used a pattern.

Fabric:  Yep, I cut it wrong, but didn't discover it until I went to make the straps.

The Bird:  It was originally supposed to be stitched in just one color, but then how would anyone know what type of bird it was?  So I added dry paint.  Not so good.  So I dampened the paint.  Better, but Kidlet was cringing.

Sewing:  By the time I had added the gussets, it became quite obvious that I really had misjudged the placement of the bird because now her tail was off the front.

Straps:  As mentioned before, I cut the body before the straps and was left with nothing usable.  Where was my brain?  in hiatus in the pool, no doubt.  So I went through my ribbon stash until I found something usable.  Kidlet was now hiding under the bed and as far from me as possible.

Brads:  I didn't realize until the last minute that the head of one of the brads had slipped sideways and needed to be re-glued.

Photos:  And apparently, I couldn't even take a non-fuzzy shot.  GAH!

What the heck.  Robin knows I am a tad eccentric.

And here it is:

 It's a robin for a Robin.  Get it?!?!    I know, I know.  Gah.