The Handbag Queen

A few weeks ago I mentioned how I once stayed up all night to finish sewing a bunch of handbags for a golf tournament.

This all happened about 8 years ago when I was single and living in a one bedroom condo. I was still working in TV production, but was trying to give a handbag business a go. At that time, I was handmaking each bag with a sewing machine I kept on my kitchen table. My handbag line was called Denney (my maiden name).

Not sure what I was thinking with this whole idea as I am NOT a seamstress, sewer, or whatever you call it. Me and sewing machines have never gotten along.

But...I was determined as I always am.

A friend of my dad's was generous enough to support my handbag makin' venture by ordering 200 bags from me for a ladies golf tournament she was organizing.

I was thrilled. Afterall, this order meant central air and a new furnace which the condo badly needed.

I spent every weekend and evening for three months working on these bags. I remember sitting at my kitchen table, sewing my hands off (okay, the machine was doing it), and I would think about the people out enjoying their weekends. But I was making something of myself damnit. This work would payoff.

And it did...in a sense. The bags turned out really cute and I, at the end of the day, could say that I finished a project that I started.

I can't say that alot.

Obviously what you are seeing here are bags with hot rods on them, not golf images, but for whatever reason I never took any pictures of them. I think I was so happy to box those babies up and ship them out, that I couldn't take an extra five minutes to snap some photos.



So you'll just have to trust me. They looked just like the car bags, but with pictures of tees and golf bags on the fabric instead.

That was a crazy project for me to take on.

I'm pretty sure I haven't been the same since that project - nor has my kitchen table, which I still own.

But that was the beginning of the end of my kitchen table sewing. No, I hated sewing so much I actually went on to invest in an industrial machine years later which I thought was be the beginning of my leather handbag sewing career.

Big sigh.

Another day. Another story.