I could sing an aria about the miracle of felting, and the wonders of the French Market Bag, but what you really want is pictures.
Here it is, closed.
Here it is, open.
Notes: I ran it through 3 cycles of hot wash/cold rinse, with a little detergent and a pair of jeans. It felted like a dream. Dense and cushy.
What I’d do differently: I’d choose colors with more dark/light contrast. My colors (brown and burgundy/eggplant) were too close, so you don’t really notice that the bottom of the bag is a different color, a subtle, ingenious feature of Polly’s design. I ran out of the brown so was only able to do little stripes on the handles:
The stripes are barely noticeable. The handles are my favorite part, though. Vastly superior to attached i-cord, I think. They feel so sturdy, so integral to the gestalt of the bag (or, as one of my college professors used to say, ‘the whole gestalt‘).
Oh, and remember that nasty Kitchener-like mess I made joining the handles? It disappeared entirely. Yay felting! Yay me not spending any more time trying to fix it!
I’m definitely doing another French Market Bag. It’s such a cool, unusual shape, and such a handy trug of a bag. I might, for fun, try one with Jo’s variations. (While you’re at Jo’s, check out the hilarious pics of her 3-year-old inside a pre-felted bag, with room to spare.)
In Other News
No, it’s not all about me, me, me and my felting. The other day Joseph and I packed up a box of afghans bound for Afghanistan, via Afghans for Afghans. (Joseph is the Tape Guy.) This shipment contained 7 blankets. There are more to come…….as soon as we get the last borders on. Many thanks to everybody who knitted/sewed/cheered us on.
Back to the Felting, OK?
My next felting experiment. Stay tuned.