Sometimes you find you end up doing the same thing as other people for all the same reasons. Take patchwork, I had always seen it as a hobby whereby people took a few different types of material, cut it up, then reassemble it back into material. Often making quilts. I can see the attraction, but not desperately calling me. Each to their own I guess.
Then my son requested a new swim bag. Blue. As far as he is concerned everything ought to be blue. So I had a hearty delve in the fabric stash, only to find a distinct lack of decent quantities of blue material. I do however have lots of bit and pieces because, as previously mentioned, I am a hoarder.
I came up with this cunning idea.. if I stitched the material together, even worked on a simple design, rather than looking like a bag botched together from rags, it would like a deliberate plan, whilst using up oddments. Clever me! – that is until I realised I had reinvented patchwork – because that is the truth of it, a way of using up scraps.
So here it is, a bag made out of parts of 2 maternity dresses, some old swimming trunks (nice shark design) and fully lined out of old shirt material.
Yes a realise it could with pressing – but it is not going to happen! – Son was delighted with the result.