diamonds, seriously people!?

Whoever came up with this 'Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.' crap had no idea about women. This of course suggests that it was a man. Probably one who worked in advertisement, or one who cared more about poetic phrases than spending one second of his self-centered life thinking about what really matters to a woman. For a woman‘s best friends are never diamonds.
They are her handbag, for it carries all her important stuff and her shoes, because they carry her to all the important places.
How could diamonds ever compete with that?
Not that I don't like sparkles. What girl doesn't!? They look pretty and if you don't want them anymore they make good cash, too. It’s just that they come in a distant third to my two besties.
Recently I read an article in which was stated that there are basically two types of women when it comes to handbags:
One is the type who buys one handbag and carries that particular bag with her every day. My mom is that type. She has been carrying the same bag for at least a year. It feels like at least five to me. She never changes it, never takes anything out of it. In the morning she just grabs it and is out of the house. I was forcefully reminded of this when it took about 6 months for her to use the bag I sewed for her once! It was a really pretty bag, too. I had to practically through a fit to get her to use it! (No, my feelings were not hurt by her behaviour. That ominous piercing feeling in my chest must have come from eating too much ice cream... cough, cough.)
The second type of woman owns several handbags and changes them frequently. 
I definitely belong to the second category. Not that I don't see the benefit of knowing all your things are in the same spot all the time, but I love choosing between different bags! This too, might explain why I love sewing bags. This weekend I finally finish my sister’s b-day present. It's way late of course, but whatever. I also nearly broke the sewing machine when I tried to sew on the straps... I had to take the whole thing apart and put it back together to disentangle the stupid fabric from the needle. Even thinking of it now makes me a little mad. 
Also I finished another present-bag and broke about five needles while sewing on those straps.
At least I got to go to the fabric market a few weeks ago, where I bought THE cutest wax fabric! It goes without saying (though I will tell you anyway) that I just had to sew myself a new bag from this, too!

I also finished a pillow that lay half finished at my mom's place for months. Furthermore I started another project. Whether it will be one of those that I never finish (there are many of those) remains to be seen. 
I also finished a little pouch for my hygiene articles aka mainly my tampons. 
I have this annoying habit of having all kind of stuff flying around freely and unbound inside of my bag. The problem with this is that sometimes when I take something out, one or the other freeloader hitches a ride and ceremoniously makes an appearance at the most inconvenient moment. Some people might not mind, but I find it awfully embarrassing when strangers get to see my tampons unused as they might be. It was obvious to me that something needed to be done about this.

In any case this was a very productive weekend.