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Green Blue Bag - Design and Creation

The fabric for this bag was woven in 2011, to be sold as a wrap. It never sold, so I turned I cut the fabric down and made it into a bag.

The warp is 8/2 cotton in a robin egg blue woven at 12.5 epi; the weft is 5/2 cotton in a variegated scheme including robin egg blue, green, yellow and white.

The one end was cut so I covered it with fabric that matched the bag.  The  blue-green fabric with lime dots can be seen holding the strap to the bag. The front fringe was twisted to form the fringe as can be seen below:

Unlike other bags in which I sew the strap to the bag, I did not do that with this bag partly because the strap I chose was already prepared with an adjustable band and hooks. Therefore, to add some width to the bag, I put in an inch gusset at the base.

Lastly, a close-up of the strap with the bag in the back. The strap was woven on my inkle loom and uses 5/2 cotton rug warp in the robin egg blue and lime.

I still need to add clasps to the bag since at the moment there is no closure for the flap. I also want to add some decoration to the front flap, but haven't decided what to do yet. At 14 inches wide, and 15 inches tall, it's a sizable bag. As soon as I finish it, I'll post it on the Etsy site for anyone who wants it.

If you have any suggestions about what to add to the bag, post them in the comments section. One of the great things about creating art is being able to ask for design help when needed.


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