A Wee Tunisian bag of odd construction

Here is a small Tunisian crocheted purse I made for my sister Donna to put the special rocks and shells she finds at the beach in, perhaps.  It was made to match a shirt I plan to make her (someday?), but I think she will receive the bag before the shirt.  It is always hard to choose a shirt design that will fit well and be the right style, be comfortable, and most of all NOT NEED IRONING!

The first thing I ever made in Tunisian stitch (which we used to call afghan stitch) was an orange, brown and cream striped blanket that I intended to embroider with Native designs and never did...oh well, we used the blanket anyway.  I was more successful with completing my intentions on my second Tunisian project, which was an Inca inspired coat for my daughter Cailin, which was  embroidered with red llamas and looked smashing on both her and her little sister Tonya between the ages of 1 and 3.  Back then, Wintuk/Red Heart was about all I had available to me, unless I spun it myself.

Speaking of spinning, I just sold my spinning wheel to buy my love a birthday dinner, which turned out to be awful (bad Italian food???).  That Ashford sells for $750 new today and I sold it for $50, proving what a financial fool I am!  However, I never liked the very unprofessional finishing job I did on that wheel, so if I ever decide to further pursue spinning, it will be with a new electric wheel or a beautifully naturally finished old fashioned wood wheel.

So...with the wheel, my love convinced me to finally discard my collection of raw fleeces.  I loved the smell of them, but he was not as impressed.  What I WAS impressed with was the fleece I acquired from my son Azuolas and his wild boyhood friend Will.  They sheared that poor sheep with a child's pair of school scissors and no shearing stand.  Happy to say that they all survived the afternoon, sweaty and winded, but fit to face the next day's adventures.