If you follow me on Instagram, you will know that I had a very “pouchy” week. By which I mean that I have been sewing pouches.

And today, I shall attempt to teach you how to make one of these DIY corner tab pouches!
Mickey: Good dags. D’ya like dags?
Tommy: Dags?
Mickey: What?
Mrs. O’Neil: Yeah, dags.
Tommy: Oh, dogs. Sure, I like dags. I like caravans more.
This gem of a dialogue is from Snatch (2000, Guy Ritchie). Brad Pitt plays Mickey. I giggle like a loon whenever I recall that exchange. I also repeat said exchange in my head whenever I see photos of the many bags I’ve made/sewn. Instead of “dags,” though, the line in my head is “D’ya like bags?” So what I’m saying is I giggle like a loon whenever I see said photos of my bags.
I’m doing it right now. Because, well:

Most of these I made early in my blogging life. Most were commissioned pieces but some were for personal use (e.g. the vintage-y floral satchel one, 3rd photo from the bottom, rightmost column). And some of these I have written tutorials for (PIANO BAG, DOTTED RECTANGULAR BAG, PIANO POUCH, MINIATURE SATCHEL, GUITAR BAG, and the SCALLOP TOP BAG).
So… D’ya like bags? Because I have a new tutorial tomorrow.
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You know when is the best time to try a new craft? When you’re extremely busy that you have no time to doubt yourself.

Of course, it’s advisable to free up a minute or two to read up on crucial information pertaining to this new craft. In my case, I should have revisited the many rubber stamp-making tutorials that I have read over the years. Because, as you can see, I didn’t flip my design.
FAIL.
Another day, another finger injury. I wish I can say that these cuts are craft-related but sadly, they’re not.
Over the last several days, I have been busy making these cardboard 3D letters. They’re props for an upcoming engagement photo shoot.

I spent about 8 hours wielding two kinds of crafts knives making the letters. And nope, I didn’t get a single accident. The very moment I finished, right when I was about to give my aching back a bit of rest, the electric fan attacked me. And by attacked, I mean I accidentally let my finger kiss the blades.
Enough of my silly problems. Here are the letters I made: