Food for the soul

I go through crafty phases, wherein I make many of a particular kind of object. Lately the thing has been bags. This weekend I’ve made four.

This is probably the best, though. It’s an insulated tote, for the transport of my lunch to and from work. It’s pink, covered in polka dots and mushrooms, and really terribly, terribly unlikely to be accidentally picked up at work by someone who thinks it’s theirs.

One of these (from Nude Food Movers) is my favourite lunchbox. I’ve always been one for nifty containers – things that have a purpose and are also nifty or cute. So a lunchbox with shaped holes for different things? and inbuilt extra little pots? oh yes, I am all over that. It’s also sensible, which helps. But, as a rule, coldbags are, well, dull. They’re dark blue from the supermarket, or red from the butcher, and also excessively large for one person’s lunch. There’s a neoprene sleeve that fits over my lunchbox, but it doesn’t have a particularly useful handle. Also, the alternatives are purple with hearts (I am not a hearts girl – mushrooms, yes, hearts no) or green with graffiti-ish scribble, clearly designed to target the eight year old boy market (I am neither eight nor male).

So, while on the “let’s make bags!!” kick this weekend, I took apart a big fat boring blue bag that one of the cats had pissed on (it’s been washed!), took out the insulation layer; sewed together a bunch of strips from a quilting fabric roll; tacked in the insulation; lined it, added a zip, and handles. There’s a bunch of mistakes I’ve made – if I was going to make another, I could infinitely improve on it. But, for a bag constructed on a whim with no pattern? I’m pretty damn happy.

Also, I neglected to check to see if my lunchbox would fit until after the bag was made. I am relieved to find out that it does.

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