The weather is finally starting to change and you know what that means…
…I can hang my washing outside! You thought I was going to wax lyrical about summer days and cocktails in the sun, right? Nah, these days I get excited about washing hanging from a line in my back garden. In the spirit of indulging my inner washer-woman, I decided to whip up an overly-fancy peg bag, as you do.
Not one to do things by halves, this is a SELF DRAFTED pattern for a bloody peg bag. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again now; I have too much time on my hands.
What else can I say about my peg bag? Well it’s structure comes from a wire coat hanger that was just begging to be fiddled with. I drew around it one Sunday morning and before I knew it I was cutting, pinning and QUILTING into the afternoon. That’s right, my peg bag is QUILTED.
I used this pretty fabric from the old stash and bound the edges with some rogue bias binging left over from that time where I made a make-up brush pouch. I swear I lead a fulfilled life.
Anyway I was practically giddy when I finished it, only to be brought back down to Earth with a hard smack when I showed it to Ian. “It’s quite good,” he shrugged, “but what was wrong with the little basket we already had?” I refused to dignify that with an answer and barricaded myself if my craft room for the rest of the day. I don’t need that kind of negativity in my life.
I love my peg bag.