The Bag

Once there was a sad & lonely dishtowel. Discolored and forgotten, it went to live at a crummy antique mall. Then, one day, it was rescued and put on a clothesline to have its picture made:


Realizing that amputation was necessary, the towel underwent the necessary surgery, and got to meet some exciting new friends called "salmon bias tape" and "pinking shears":



The towel underwent a bit of hibernation, and rested up for the next exciting portion of its journey. Now that the striped sides had been sliced off to make straps, and the embroidery pinked out as an accent piece, the towel went looking for its soulmate. Where, you might ask, does a dishtowel look for a soulmate? Hancock Fabrics Memorial Day Sale, of course!

Once the towel had met the turquoise fabric for which it was destined, it was only a matter of time until the bag came together as a tote. If I had it to do again, I'd strive for a bit more width to the bag, but I'm satisfied with this for now. Please notice how well the stripes turned into straps, providing me with great practice in stitching a (GASP) straight line.


(Sorry for the funky picture arrangement - Blogger said NO to my plans for it.)

Now that you know the story, don't you just love it a teensyish bit more?

Thanks to Barb over at the Purse Project for the inspiration. Can't wait to see what's on tap next!