Happily, Becki

My parents have given me the eager optimism that I am capable of making anything. Everything is made by someone - why not me?

Seriously. I have come to conclude that there is nothing my parents can't make.

There may have been times I did not appreciate this. Probably somewhere between the 2000th batch of homemade jam, the never ending "you could make that!" when I saw something cute at the store, the impossibility of sewing a "hidden zipper", and the sneezing that accompanies holding up long panels of drywall.

But, although sometimes grudgingly, I've learned how. And sometimes I can't quite silence the niggling guilt I feel when I purchase something I could make myself. I tend to long for the uniqueness of my own creations. I love the feeling of a finished project.

And so, when my ipod needed a home, I made it.

All it took was some vintage fabric scraps, an old metal tape measure, and some bits of lace. Oh, and a sweet mom who is still teaching me. Teaching me how.

(This ipod pocket has a magic ingredient that makes it extra special. You cut a measuring tape and insert it into the casing at the top of the pocket. Not only does it stay closed like a magnetic clasp, but it makes the most exhilarating "snap!" sound when you open and close it!)