I’ve watched a lot of tennis
this week and listened to a lot of drivel in the commentaries. In the days of Dan Maskell, he said just what was necessary and shut up the rest of the time. Nowadays, the likes of John McEnroe suffer from verbal diarrhoea, causing me to mute the sound, thus missing that lovely thwack of ball against racquet.
My latest patchwork project bag is coming on nicely, though I am stalled over the design for the straps. An experimental idea last night of reducing the block to a triangle shape and fixing the straps at the apex was an abysmal failure. Back to the drawing board.
Jock found a piece of artist’s Daler board which he cut to size for me, and I have encased in an envelope of fabric to go into the bottom. Thus when filled with clobber, the bag won’t take on the usual bucket look!
The pocket is simply a single block. Also, I can’t decide how to fasten it. I definitely don’t want a zip. As I was planning to take the finished bag to England on Tuesday, I shall have to get a move on!