Yesterday, I completed this little bag as a sample for a class I'm doing in Vermont in March. Yeah, I know, I never think this far ahead, but here it is. I've made a couple of little bags similar to this one, but never bothered to photograph them, and I wouldn't have posted this photo either, except that in a flash of desparation brilliance, I came up with a name for them and I just couldn't resist telling you!
So I was fretting about the name, not of this bag, her name is Gertie, after my aunt Gert, who wanted me to call her Aunt Trudy and would not have been pleased about this. But she made this name change too late in my life for it to stick. So to me, she was aunt Gert until she died. And she was a real character. A kept woman in the old fashioned sense, she taught me many thing my mother, her sister, could not. But she deserves her own post, so I won't divulge the juicy details now.
Suffice it to say that she was a colorful woman, and she would have loved this little bag with it's sparkly metallic yarn dangle and fol lined gold beads that took me a total of eight hours, two evenings to complete.
But, I was still bothered about the name of this type of bag. You know, the really small bag that really only has room for a cell phone, a credit card and maybe a tube of lip balm, if it's roomy. Cell Phone Bag, and Amulet Bag really don't do it for me. Then, as I finished weaving on the strap, it came to be in a flash of bright light, accompanied by the sounds of a heavenly choir: BAGLET!
And she, and her descendants are hereby now and forever... BAGLETS!