Although my sewing machine died (that's another story), I had a uncontrollable desire to get me a cloth bag. I found out there a karate suit that my brother gave me to Dante, whose fabric was badly burned and would not hold many washed again, and I got this bag. He had a white, so I dropped the color of pearls. With the neck of the suit did the "ears" or not know their names. The flower with a skirt I had and that was already very old. I did one morning, and although I hurt my fingers for sewing by hand, I liked how it turned out.
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