Some days I think I would be lost if not for yoga. Beyond the triumph of finally (briefly) holding crane pose, or bird of paradise, or the tranquility of savasana, the simple act of maintaining a regular yoga practice gives me intense satisfaction.
Getting both boys out the door with the various necessities of our excursion in hand sometimes leaves me frazzled and short of breath. Especially if the toddler's legs suddenly stop working. (It's a chronic condition in some three year olds: whinitis patheticus.) In other words: I am ready for a deep communion with my mat and my errant thoughts.
This yoga mat bag takes one detail of the rush out of my hands, leaving them free to carry only the baby, diaper bag, and snack bag. The pattern is available for free from Amy Butler. It was my first project with interfacing, and it ended up being a little shorter than I'd like. The strap is especially snug when I fit it crosswise over my body. (It could be annoying, but I just imagine it's a quiver of arrows.) The pockets and interior arelined with a beautiful crimson floral batik. Which no one will ever see. Oh well. Perhaps I can apply the wise words of my current yoga instructor to sewing: accept and let go of whatever happened...or didn't just happen.