I was getting ready, late last night, to prep some stuff for shipping before Christmas – namely the three market bags I crocheted for my aunts in Pennsylvania. But I couldn’t do it. I just could. not. do. it.
The reason? One of the market bags I made was so hideous, I knew I could not, in good conscience, give it away as a gift. It would be borderline insulting.
I made it using the same pattern as the other two, but the yarn seemed to sag and grow with every row. By the time I finished, I realized the thing was almost as long as my body! But it took just enough time to make that I was reluctant to rip it out. So I did the next best thing: I stashed it in my closet and didn’t look at it for a month.
Yesterday I pulled it out again and realized that time did not make the heart grow fonder. It was just as awkward and elephantine as I remembered. Plus, it looked really plain… it was just a blah tan color with a dark brown rim and strap. It definitely wasn’t as cute as the other two bags I made.
But, rather than face the problem for what it was, being: the bag was just too big and saggy, I decided to attempt to cover it up by embellishing it. And let me just say that embellishing is not my strong suit.
I crocheted some scalloped lace edge to go around the rim. Let’s just say it looked more elegant in my head than it did in real life. Still not satisfied, I figured it just needed more bells and whistles. So I crocheted 3 different sized flowers and sewed them randomly on the bag.
I then took photos and couldn’t fight the nagging feeling that I perhaps made it even more ugly with my embellishing.
I tried to justify it by reasoning that the intended aunt is eclectic and has a funky style, so she would probably really like the bag, though deep inside I knew this was a lie.
And my husband only confirmed it when I showed it to him later and he whistled through his teeth and said “Sorry… but that’s really ugly.”
“But my aunt will like it, right? She’s got a sort of cool, mismatched style! Right?” I replied, desperate.
“….Sure…” my husband replied tentatively.
So that sealed it. I knew I could not send the bag to my aunt like this. And even though the Priority Mail deadline for Christmas is tomorrow (talk about last minute), I knew I had to fix it.
So I sat down and took the time to rip out half the bag, add a new border and strap, and add one new flower made of the 3 previous flowers to make a bag that was smaller, simpler, but much better.
I’ll admit … it’s still not my favorite crafted item, and the yarn is still saggy so it’s still bigger than I wanted. But at least it looks like a bag I can see my aunt using and not like a deflated dinosaur bladder!
And now: Comparison photos!