Once upon a time, I told you how one of my goals this year was to make my own bread bags to take with me to the bakery.
You guys! I actually did it!
This is particularly noteworthy because this little project has been on my mind for a year at least. I even went so far as to buy flour sack towels once, but they sat untouched for so long that I finally gave up and made them dish cloths.
While there are plenty of DIY tutorials out there for this kind of thing, the one I had in mind was of a simpler nature, mostly because of the teeny fact that I am not a strong sewer. I used to quilt, when Abby was a toddler … but that was a long time ago. And all straight lines.
Yadda yadda yadda, I picked up two embroidered flour sack towels at a local craft fair a couple of weeks ago and headed to my mom’s.
Because Mom has a sewing machine and I do not, and also because she is nice and patient and, like, helps me when things inevitably go south.
Here’s how it went down, although keep in mind that I just made this up as I went along and no one in their right mind would consider this a tutorial:
I folded my towels the long way because I wanted them to hold a baguette or two and still have room to fold down the top – fancy drawstrings are way beyond my ability level.
Next I ran the open ends – inside out of course, I didn’t want my crappy seams to show – through the sewing machine. Did I pin the sides? No, although I started to; it just ended up being too much of a hassle. I also didn’t iron them first, which probably would have been a good idea in retrospect.
Also in retrospect, I should have used a zigzag stitch for strength, but I didn’t do that, either.
Eh, it worked.
Although, for reasons I am not 100 percent sure about, my second attempt ended up, shall we say, a little wonky:
This doesn’t bother me, because A) IT’S DONE and 2) I actually succeeded in making something! Oh, it’s crap, and I’ll probably have to resew the seams eventually, but I DID IT.
Fast-forward to bringing them out into the world this week for the first time. Working up the nerve to ask to use my own bag was hard – it always is the first time – but the kid behind the counter was so enthralled with the embroidery that she was distracted by the weirdness of my request. It turns out that my bags are really long, probably too long for a loaf of bread, but whatever. Next time I’ll get baguette instead.
The moral of this whole ordeal is that I TOLD you I’m not a good sewer, but even I can make a couple of (moderately) straight lines on an already-constructed flour sack towel and end up with something decent enough to hold a loaf of bread. Uh, more or less.
Next up: It’s probably time to address the paper towel and plastic baggie situation I’ve got going on in the kitchen.