Marsha

 

Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!  Jan would be so jealous to know that Marsha had a Pocketbook named after her.  I picked up this vintage yardage at an estate sale in La Jolla last year.  It was the first time I had ever been to an estate sale in that area, and it will probably be the last.  I will never forget how mean the woman working the sale was.  Grouch-a-saurus.  I hate to say it but she was a total bitty...an old bitty.  I remember I had baby boo in the bjorn.  He was laughing and smiling, but that wasn't enough for her.  Nothing he did could make this lady crack a smile.  As a matter of fact I am pretty sure she growled at him.  Ok, she didn't but her face looked like she could have.

P.S. I named this the Marsha, because the second I laid eyes on the fabric, I pictured Marsha at her vanity brushing her long lustrous hair.  When I was little I had long, icky curly black hair.  I hated it and always wanted long, straight, blonde hair like Marsha.  F.Y.I.,  now I have short black hair and I LOVE IT!

Originally: Vintage yardage

Discovered: Estate sale, La Jolla, California

Created: Pocketbook