So, this is one of the things I finished - the spindle bag.
I was done with the embroidery some time ago, but still had to sew it up. As I wanted a leather bottom and wasn’t sure if just sewing it on on the upper edge would work, I bought some textile glue and glued it on first. Good thing, too, as sewing leather by hand turns out to be very exhausting (well, I kinda knew that in theory) and the stitches I used got a lot larger than they should have been. I had also thought about doing a herringbone stitch over the border (lower half on the leather, upper half on the white cloth), but very quickly decided against that.
Sewing was not as easy as I thought - I hadn’t thought through how to do the bottom of the bag and it turned out that I should have. It looks a mess, but luckily with the leather on the outside and spindles/wool inside, no one will see.
I made the bag less high than I planned originally. Somehow it was 10cm higher than needed (probably because I based it on the height of my longest spindle - but that does not stand upright in the bag, and I might have been a bit too generous in rounding up so it won’t be too small…), so I folded the surplus in and made the tunnel for [whatever I’ll use to close it] at the new height.
What I will use to close it I’m still not quite sure, but probably some of my second yarn. When I’m done plying it. At some point in the future. I might have to thing of a solution until then. (Though I weighted one of the balls of yarn today, frustrated that it did not seem to become less, and it turns out I plyed over half already. That should be a motivation…)
And to make this perfect, I might get a chance to go to a spinners gathering tomorrow. Depends on a few factors, but the main thing against it - that I did not know how to get there in a reasonable amount of time - has been removed by my mother offering to pick me up and drive there. (Which is also good against the next reason not to go: that I’m too shy to just meet up with strangers. But it seems like I met the organiser at some point in the past. Even if I don’t remember, my mother does.)