I have a store-bought clothespin bag…wait. Let me rephrase that. I had a store-bought clothespin bag. The dumb thing has shredded, and not only did it dump my clothespins all over the yard (lovely), it is now dispensing a sticky bright blue powder onto everything it touches. GAH! Cheap piece of @*^&@ I mean REALLY!, it's not even that old (although admitted it was left out in the elements a few times too many, mostly because my clothesline never comes down and almost always has something hanging on it)!
My very first thought was, Drat, I'm going to need to buy a new bag.
My second thought was, I can't believe you just thought that. BUY a new bag? What kind of attitude is THAT? You can totally MAKE a new bag, probably with something already lying around the house.
My third, fourth…twenty-seventh thoughts were all around things like past trauma from attempting sewing projects, interspersed with enthusiastic ideas that made good use of ruined jeans – of which I have a bounty fit for a rather thread-bare king. (Which I still think would work just fine, if I weren't genetically incapable of sewing fabric together without attaching my thumb permanently to the finished [and now bloody] object or breaking the needles on my sewing machine.) (I broke a needle on silk once. Silk! And I still don't know how I managed it…)
And then I suddenly thought, Waitasecond…what about all that worsted weight cotton you've been making washcloths out of like a madwoman lately?
Sturdy 100% cotton…wears like iron (I've got kitchen towels I made ten years ago out of this stuff that are still going strong)…good stitch definition…machine washable…hmmmm…
Now, there are several ways one could go about this. One could, for example, whip together a simple bag in something like, eh, four hours and be done. It's a clothespin bag, for carp's sake, not an heirloom piece I expect to be donated to the Smithsonian.
That would be sensible.
So naturally, I'm pouring through my cable books because why go with simple, if you could instead encrust the thing with cables? Why spend just a couple nights-while-watching-the-news making a new bag, when I could instead turn this into a forty-seven cuss Monster Project, complete with multiple rip-backs and perhaps a few more math problems than I already have, which is plenty, thank you.
Sigh. Honestly, I don't know what to do with me either…(but seriously, I think this is going to be a kewl little bag…)