Do you remember those horrid videos called something like, Girls Gone Wild? I can assure they have never been in my sight, but I can not get the name out of my head because of my crochet bag
disaster, thus Bag Gone Wild!
It all started innocently enough, I had a bunch of wool, mostly Cascade 220, so I plopped all the balls of yarn in a basket and started making the bag. I followed the directions on Attic24, which were extremely understandable, and spent much of last weekend and this week working on the bag. It is easy to put down, easy to do a stripe or two. What is apparently not easy is my ability to make this bag.
I can not tell you what happened. I used a smaller crochet hook for denser stitches. I increased the amount of rows I was supposed to. All I can say is that someone did something to this baby while I was asleep, because it kind of kept getting bigger, lets just say its waistline was expanding. I don't like it because it doesn't look like it is supposed to. I thought about frogging it, but no I really did not want to spend more time on it.
And really what is this? Apparently I never learned how to join stitches together when completing a row. I have Joinitis, a severe case it seems. I swear I was starting to break out in a sweat as I approached the end of a row, will this one finally look better? I guess the answer is no.
I just got fed up with my apparent lack of crochet skills and threw the whole bag into the washer. Felting was my only option. It came out just slightly less wonky then pre-washing. The seams look a tad bit better as they are not screaming, "I can not join the end of the row", now. I added this handle and button I already had, and inside a magnetic clasp.
There is no cute shell border, crochet handles or flowers. This my friends is a dud, and that is okay because we all have them. I am afraid if I put anything in this bag it would just tip out the side. Can I still count this as a finished project even though I will probably use it only to haul yarn around in?
Two more feathers have joined my stash this week. The striped feather is from a barred owl, now I have three wing feathers and a feather from a the body of the owl. The white one looks almost exactly like the feather I found in Minnesota, a water type bird I imagine.
They are smaller than the ones I have found before, but they are still pretty big. I took this picture with my hand in it to give you a reference point. The barred owl feather was found the afternoon my son left for Ohio State. That morning I also found the lovely dark feather discussed previously on the blog. Two feathers in one day, and that was the day I was so sad. A message I think!
Hope your weekend is wonderful and that your projects turn out better than this wild bag.