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if at first you don't succeed....

what we hope our end product somewhat resembles
It's roughly 12x8.
It doesn't have to be rectangular, nor oval-shaped.
It does need a zipper and velcro.
I found reflector piping to add to the edges, giving both a little zing and hopefully some protection (though whether for him while crossing roads or me tripping over it during the night is debatable).
It's a wheelchair pouch.
It shouldn't be too hard to make.
But my first one, well, it was not a success. Not a total failure, but not a success, either.
So I'm at it again.
I've ripped apart the pieces I need and am cutting out the rest.
We're starting over.
It has to fit the side and not the back of the chair.
It has to securely hold the essentials. (In other words, no open pockets.)
It can't be girly. (Do you know how many flowery, quilted wheelchair bags are out there?)
Hopefully you'll see pictures of a COMPLETED workable pouch by Saturday.
If not, you can then see pics of my messy dining room table with all its glory of material, thread, and scissors.
And then send me samples of bags made from duct tape.
:)

Comments

Unknown said…
you can do it!! can't wait to see the result. :) :)
Lydia said…
Can't wait to see it! We have a wheelchair backpack that I love, but now that I think about it...I bet it doesn't fit the new wheelchair...

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