Well, a few days ago, that is. (We won't mention how many—many—decades she's been around.) But showing what I'd made her before it'd arrived on her doorstep would have killed the surprise a little.
The "sewing roll" pattern comes from here. I picked up the black-on-white fabric for the Mother in Berlin, and the pink and black fabrics came from the local quilt shop I've been delighted to find here in our crummy corner of California.
I just picked the colours 'cause I thought she'd think they were fun, but it turns out she's been working on some bigger bags in the same colours. The Father's always thought the Mother and I had a creepily direct link to each other's brains...
Happy birthday, The Mother! Lots of love from your Feed Dog.