The most recent stack of Boomerang Bags were made over a considerable period. Here are some in progress–straps being interfaced with shaggy leftovers of flanellette sheet well past last use on a bed, and a shirt being turned into a bag lining.
I made linings out of all manner of bits and pieces. The Remakery had a sale and I went in and bought upholstery samples and scraps of cotton fabrics. Here are some of them being pieced together for linings.
And eventually, there were bags–spot the upholstery samples!
And more bags…
Still more bags…
And yet more.
And in due course, I handed them over and the amazing BB volunteer I see most often exchanged them for more labels!
The stash of fabrics that will never become clothing has dwindled very much in the Boomerang Bags period, my friends–this time, some metres of an open weave black fabric became many handles and a few bags. The little ?indigo? patch featured here appeared on the Guild trading table the other night with a little label about how it had been resist dyed with pegs. Cute as a button!
This fabric was a gift from a person I used to work with many, many years ago. It had years of use covering a small table and hanging on the wall, but had been tucked away for some years. Now it will be out in the world again in all its glory.
I had evidently patched together leftovers of my last Boomerang Bags episode, (and not only for linings–lots of these bags have jeans pockets from jeans that are no more, patched together with other scraps into linings). So there are some bags with a black front and a patchwork back, or vice versa.
And then–the motherlode of wide wale corduroy. This had a $2 tag on it from the Salvos. I think I had a long period of wistfully looking back to a specific pair of corduroy pants I had near the end of High School and beyond–I remember them as chocolate brown and with a paperbag waist. I felt like a sensation in them for some years. Eventually someone told me how bold she thought I was I was to wear them–or perhaps the green pair that replaced them in the early 1980s, with, ahem, secondhand suede winklepickers–on a first date with a mutual friend who was stylish and, well, judgmental. At first I was surprised and delighted, if puzzled, to be judged bold. Then I realised I was really being told that I had worn a very unflattering outfit to a first date, and with a style queen. Sigh. As it happens the outfit did not kill the date and we went on to have a relationship in which I received quite some instruction on how to dress!
Anyway–I am entirely unsure how I come to have so much wide wale corduroy in my possession, unless it was a wistful longing for my younger self feeling like a million dollars and able even to consider a corduroy paperbag waist as a style statement. But now it is all gone–all the maroon and two different shades of black of it. I do wish I hadn’t given away those suede winklepickers though!
I am still in love with this traditional Japanese style of bag. Having acquired Japanese fabric scraps in Japan, I made some more, combining recycled clothing (a red linen shirt from the op shop and a maroon sleeveless linen shirt worn very much by me since the 1990s became linings) with fabric I have dyed with indigo as well as all kinds of Japanese fabric scraps.
I find this design very cunning, and in Japan, I was struck by the different styles that casings tended to take, with drawstrings travelling through casings that were quite separate from the main bag. In the drawstring constructions I more often have encountered and created, the drawstring passes through a casing in the garment or bag itself.
And there it is again. I constantly find myself creating series, and I constantly find myself much more readily making scraps, remnants and recycled fabrics into projects rather than using untouched loveliness in my possession, as if it is too special and valuable to cut, even when it is a gift! I’ll have to work on that, because of course I want people to use the things I gift them!
Well, I’ve had some weeks of illness in which knitting seemed too much. I know, I know!! But I managed to slowly make more Boomerang bags some days. I finally cut up a pair of ramie jeans I must have kept for at least 15 years since they wore right out, in case I’d learn how to make another pair… or something. I can see why I loved these from the time I bought them second hand in, oh, the late 1980s or early 1990s– but I’ve finally let my longing to reproduce them go and taken the scissors to them.
They made some nice bags…
I found yet more bits and pieces to create linings from, including jeans pockets and other leftovers from the last round of bags.
This series of bags all came from a striking border print I had in stash. Origins lost in the mists of time, but I guarantee I never imagined myself in a square dancing circle skirt made of this!
Then there was this shirt I made many years ago and had years of happy times wearing. Now that fabulous print gets a new lease on life.
The last of one of Joyce’s fabrics, teamed with jeans that have passed the point of no return for a nice strong base.
Finally, I had quite a score of big prints on cotton canvas one day at the op shop. A black and white panel seemingly designed to hang on a wall and then these red and green prints.
And that is a wrap! But not a single use plastic wrap, haha….
It all began with a visit with friends, who took us for a trip through part of Tasmania, months ago. We went to a country market and right beside it was Wafu Works. What a place! Full of all kinds of Japanese paper, textiles and tools. I ended up with some thread an sashiko needles, and bought a kit to make a rice bag with some gift money… Indigo dyed fabrics on the outside, a red lining and a drawstring cord.
I was so intrigued. I learned a new stitch and a cunning construction. I loved the vintage fabrics. You know what happened next, right? I paired the leftover fabric with some of my own indigo dyeing, and cut up a mauve linen shirt I remember buying about 16 years ago for the lining, and pieced the scraps together…
In the end I made three, and I’m now itching to make more…
I decided to raid my stash of pockets. They have been cut out of garments I am turning into other things (like bags!) and here they are now, stitched to the inside of Boomerang Bags.
What bags? I hear you asking. These bags. Historical cotton, and upholstery fabric left for me by the charming BB volunteer organiser who collected my last lot of completed bags (she apparently does not understand the supply issue at my place is oversupply).
Oh, and I mean these bags too.
And these! I have now reached the end of the 1980s eye-bleeding fabrics from hard rubbish and moved back to whittling away the back catalogue of fabrics I have inherited, bought, thrifted, or upcycled from garments and manchester. Scraps are getting thinner in the cupboards. My love of tablecloths shows less. The ancient pairs of trousers and jeans ran out and I have acquired some jeans through the op shop so I have sturdy fabric for places I need it (handles, for example). In fact, I have started reorganising the supplies in the room I use to sew, and I’ve also decided to release some fabrics into the wild. Some were needed for a friend’s school project, and he liked some fake fur scraps so much they went home with him too. I took some more to the Guild last night because… I am reaching layers of my own stash that I cannot imagine ever using and there is no obvious reason I should keep them instead of taking them to places where other people might enjoy them! And… twelve or more fully lined Boomerang bags are under construction and moving gradually to the finish line right now.
As people who read this blog regularly already know, I make a lot of bags, and I almost always give them away. So when Boomerang Bags started up in Adelaide (and it wasn’t started by me–woot!) it seemed entirely logical to join their end single use plastics interventions by making bags for them. I made an initial 6 and gave 5 away. This time I committed to making bags for a stall on World Environment Day and one of the sweethearts from the local group dropped 12 labels at my place.
Some of the labels were apple green (hard to colour co-ordinate), and I’ve noticed that many of the bags the group creates are made in floral prints. I’m going out on a limb assuming there are other folk like me who would prefer a not-so-floral bag. So–I checked to see what relatively plain fabrics I might have and decided the time had come for some unloved trousers made by me over ten years ago. I’ve worn them a lot over about a decade, even though I had to face the hash I made of the welt pockets every single time. Never again! Here they are cut into their constituent parts, and below–as bags.
A pair of hemp pants that have never really fit, and are so badly made I’ve mended them several times in a life of few washes and wears. A couple more pairs of trousers that I won’t wear again. Two pairs of op shop jeans saved for a day I need denim, and a pair of op shop linen pants, ditto. Orange linen picked up at the tip shop outside Hobart for a song (because who wouldn’t take their mates to the tip shop if you were passing?) Some repurposed canvas cushion backing dyed with eucalypts.
Oh, the pockets! It’s a shame to let a well constructed pocket go, so these are now features!
Needless to say there was constructive piecing on the outside, and where the outsides were pieced together, there are linings (often pieced too).
So now my thirteen bags have gone to Boomerang Bags, and I have more labels. I inherit fabric and have fabric dropped off at my place faster than I can re-home it. I still have unloved wardrobe items and clothing past use by date. I have clothing that is upwards of 20 years old, some parts reclaimable and op shop items salvaged for repurposing. So, I believe I can keep at this project for the foreseeable future without concern for supplies and with benefits for my cupboards.
Did you really think I could stop at… oh… ten or twelve bags (especially as I was on holiday)? Naturally, I could not. I went to the Guild and there was a pile of denim offcuts. You know how it is.
They all turned out to be different denims, each one reasonably narrow but the width of the bolt. No concern to me. I paired some with a yellow open weave linen (I think) I have inherited. I made several of these and they look quite elegant.
This patch was found on the footpath in Melbourne in December. It seemed wrong to leave it there to the wind, rain, mud and passing shoes and dogs, until it found its way into the stormwater drain.
And this bag is made from a piece of fabric my mother-out-law passed on to me in the last year.
On the inside, all manner of scraps and bits and pieces, and of course–more pockets!
One day at Guild, one of my friends gifted me two pairs of worn out cargo pants, in case I’d like to find a way to reuse them. Some people really know you! They were made of tencel or some similar wood pulp based fibre. They had been much worn, like a favourite garment. And they had so many pockets! Ones with zips, some that were more of a welt pocket… some that were stitched shut and had never been ripped open for use–lots to play with. So I cut them up, extracted the cotton drawstring cords for later use, and began piecing the intact fabric into bag linings and likewise, the pockets.
There was an entire series of bark cloth curtain fabric bags. I used up the boomerang bags patches I was given by one of the Adelaide organisers a while back pretty quickly. Then I did a series with the remaining secondhand IKEA fabric my daughter gave me a while back (the orange and white stripes). They match my ironing board cover and they are extra large.
Finally, I converted some fabric I remember buying at Paddy’s market in Melbourne at least 20 years ago (cough, maybe it was 30 years ago) into about 4 more bags. I must have been reliving my childhood as an admirer of ancient Egypt when I bought this, I think. I vaguely remember feeling obliged to buy something even though I couldn’t spare the cash at that time (it must have been the nature of the interaction with the stallholder). The print gestures in that direction, but I really can’t see it as a garment. Some of these bags have already gone to friends, and others await their ultimate destination.
In December, I’ll be running a workshop hosted by the lovely Susan Schuller. Perhaps some of you would like to come?