It stated with a phone call from my daughter. She asked if I could make a tote bag for her. She shared what her needs were and asked if I could begin working on something. She was planning to visit in a few weeks so I thought I could come up with a bag or two and be done with it. However, once she arrived the bags began to multiply, each one morphing into something else. By the end of a few weeks I had about twenty bags of different heights, colors, styles, and designs - one with this do-dad and one with that do-dad. She held informal focus groups with her friends, asking for suggestions, comments and ideas, and the bags continued to grow.
Finally, after a month or two (when was she going home??), we came up with her bag, THE BAG.
So, what was I to do with all the other bags littering my sewing room floor? She took some of them to her friend’s studio here in Helena and she took some back to Denver. My hope was that they could sell some and I could recoup some of the expenses of making them. I took the remaining to Farmer’s Market, again, homing to recovery some of my investment. I thought that we were done, we would all try to sell what I had made, if not they were going to make great Christmas gifts, and we would all go on our merry way.
WRONG!
The response to the bags was so overwhelmingly great that Eve asked for more. The ones in Helena were selling, and the ones in Denver were selling. And everyone who saw them came up with more and more uses for them. So, in response to the growing demand for our bags, we decided to find a manufacturer and have them made up.
Next stop, the Land of Oz.
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