THIS is my Nana’s knitting bag.
That is to say, that this was the knitting bag of my late, great, bestest Nana. My cool, lovable, warm, crafty Nana which I found in my mother’s house a while back containing a little leftover yarn, a pattern and a crochet hook. The Nana that I love and who I really miss. This is her bag.
But there is just one problem with it: man, it’s UGLY. Beyond ugly – it is FUGLY.
I’m sorry Nan, but what the hell were you thinking? I have tried to love it and embrace it and live with it, but after seeing the pretty bags by Cath Kidston out there? Something had to be done.
Sure I could have bought a new one, but you know that this post isn’t about that, don’t you? You probably know that even if I could have afforded to buy one that I wouldn’t, simply because, well it’s just much more fun to make your own isn’t it?
And having scored some seriously chintzy upholstery fabric at a thrift store for next to nothing masha’allah I didn’t have an excuse NOT to make one.
I made it a little bigger than my Nan’s, and added copious inside pockets – something I do when I make any bag is to include pockets and if it is for a craft purpose? I include MANY pockets – big, small, medium, hidden, crochet hook size, pen size, cotton reel size. Yeah, you get the idea – pockets. I think this insane lust for pockets occured after motherhood and understanding the essential need for many many places to store the crap that mother’s cart around on a daily basis.
It came together fairly quickly and so far I am happy with it – I can stand to look at it, which is an improvement, and even though I will of course keep my Nan’s bag, I don’t think it will be seeing the outside of the house.
But this baby? Well she’s the type of bag you don’t mind being seen out with – park, playgrounds, beach – you wouldn’t be embarrassed to be seen public with it.
Hope my grandkids don’t blog about how ugly it is in 60 years time….
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