Pea Green Boat Wristlet
Pea Green Boat Wristlet

I adore this fabric. Always thought I’d use it for a grandchild’s something. However, as you might have been able to tell, I’ve been smitten by Nicole Mallalieu‘s wristlet pattern from her book, “You Sew, Girl!

Pea Green Boat Wristlet - front flap
The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea…
the underside of the flap – isn’t the fabric delightful!
Pea Green Boat Wristlet - button
I’ve had this button in my button box for years and years…

I originally wanted to use my silver nickel swivel hooks again for this little bag, but none of my buttons seemed to work. I called in for some expert advice, and Mr. 25reasons said it had to be this one. It was perfect, he said. And it is, don’t you agree? So, I changed all the nickel to brass. I love it! Thanks, Moshe!

Pea Green Boat Wristlet - brass swivel hooks
bold and brassy, is that the expression?

Nikki has such a fabulous array of bag bits and pieces in her shop!

Pea Green Boat Wristlet - lining and pocket
with a darling little brass tear drop zip pull

Yes, I finally worked out (well, thanks to Nikki’s tutorial that I stumbled upon whilst looking through her amazing online list of tips and tutorials) that I had to first snap off the original zipper pull and then attach the new pull! No wonder mine always looked a little cumbersome! (I have gone back and changed them all. Just haven’t updated the pics.)

Pea Green Boat Wristlet - the back
and finally, the lovely back


 The Owl and the Pussycat

by Edward Lear (1812-1888)

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
‘O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!’
Pussy said to the Owl, ‘You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?’
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

‘Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?’ Said the Piggy, ‘I will.’
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

3 Responses

  1. My goodness, you’re on a roll here! This one is utterly fabulous though, I love the fabric and am hoarding some too. Good call on the change to brass too.

    1. I know! Shocking! And I’m not sure I can stop! I keep seeing new wristlets and city shoppers in my mind, in different fabrics, for different uses! ….. WILL IT EVER END!!!

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