I like bags. I really like bags. I hardly ever leave the house, but I still want bags. It’s largely under control because I have no excuse to buy more bags, but now, I’ve learned how to make them.

Doom, doom, doom.

I also made my first thing with a zipper. I did a terrible job, but it was improvised. And, it’s a thing, with a zipper, that I made. Not the zipper, the thing.