In a past few days I took out of the closet a bag that I made a year ago. I wore it for a while, tested it around and then sort of forgot about it, because course of my work went in other direction. Every once and awhile some enamored little soul wanted it, but I just didn't have time to work on something similar. I named it Goldy. Photo of Goldy was posted and noticed by daughter that wanted to help her mother with her portable device for administering oxygen. Medical bag that she has is very practical but it doesn't really look nice. She wanted a regular bag that would be adapted for carrying the device. I immediately knew that I'll have to figure out this one by myself, but after a consultation, I've realized that it would be quite a challenge. Then the complications started. There was alway something in the way. I even got sick. Lady was becoming inpatient and I still wasn't any closer to a viable solution. Breaking point came when I wanted to give re-polished Goldy to a friend. She kindly refused, because earth toned colors don't look good on her. Then I got a kind refusal from another friend. Now I really started to wonder where is the catch. I've never had problems with giving away my bags as a present. Then it hit me. Goldy was ready to be recycled. I've cut holes in the sides, covered them with a mesh, removed the top cover, bag became airy and oxygen can now pass easily. As a final touch, I've sewn in Ana's button for good luck and voila. In less than three hours Goldy was ready for her new story. Supposedly the lady will get "the real" bag soon, but who knows whether she'll be so happy for that one.