i have decided that my new method of carrying around my notebook, knitting, et cetera, will be six -- maybe seven -- large black contractor trash bags.
i am tempted to call this my "summer" bag. but i don't have new accessories for the seasons -- i don't even really have summer versus winter socks, much less bags. anyway, yes, i knitted it out of six to seven large black contractor trash bags. you cut the bottom seam off and just cut in a spiral to get one continuous piece of "yarn" out of the bag.
i told a few people i was doing this, and was greeted each time with a withering, why? well, let's see. it wasn't because i didn't want a bag made out of black plastic. it wasn't because i hated the way it was turning out. it was because i wanted what i saw in my head and i made it.
was it fun? not really.
i am reminded of being in a knitting store recently where some shoppers were passing around a new novelty yarn which had a funny, funky texture. as each person passed it to the next, the reaction to touching it grew more and more extreme. it was finally as though they were playing hot potato. if any of those people had tried to knit a bag out of trash bags (and i understand, they wouldn't), blood would probably pour out of their eyes. i like what i like too, and there are things i turn my nose up at, but the princess-and-the-pea attitude about what you can and can't bear to knit with would only shoot me in the foot.
like the pearl buttons? a pair of clip earrings that always hurt.
i made a little matching changepurse, too. and
ben
gave me a strap off of an old camera case, which we attached with hardware from home depot. i reinforced the stitches around the snapping metal bits on the sides, and put some black plastic mesh in the bottom, so the bag keeps its shape a little better.