One crooked handle.
A row of uneven stitches near the bottom where I had made a mistake and tried unsuccessfully to fix it.
When I gave it to her, she laughed.
“It looks homemade.”
“It is homemade.”
“No, Mom. I mean really homemade.”
She grinned.
I threw a dish towel at her.
After that, she carried the bag everywhere.Sustainable yarn options
Attached to one strap was a little brass keychain she had owned since she was six.