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Produce Bag

Over the past couple of weeks I have been slowly cleaning out the laundry room. The laundry room is the dumping ground for tools, craft supplies, stock pans which don't fit in any of the kitchen cupboards....plus all the stuff that has no other home. Things get dumped, the door gets closed and the room is ignored. So anyway....this is the bag I grabbed out of the laundry room today. I also grabbed the stack of embroidery hoops. I had found the hoops at a garage sale years ago and had intend to make butterfly nets with the daycare kids. The bag of tulle is the leftover material for the tutus that I made at Christmas. I'm done making tutus. Time to find a new project. 
Before I even started searching for ideas (I became sidetracked. No surprise there.) I stumbled across a tutorial on making reusable produce bags: http://www.instructables.com/id/Make-your-own-onestringbag/  I did a simple version. I'm not very skilled with sewing so simple is good. No drawstring. I cut the tulle to the desired size.
I used my rotary cutter on my flexible cutting mat (don't try this at home.......the mat has a nice slice it  now)

I folded the tulle in half (the fold became the bottom of my bag) and sewed up each side. I made the bag on the large side leaving room to gather the material at the top to tie. 
Tada!





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  1. Great idea. I'll be looking for some supplies in my stash! Thanks for sharing with repurposed ideas weekly.

    If you get a chance, let me know where you picked up my button. Other's have had trouble grabbing it.

    thanks again!

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  2. Thank you, Daisy and Marlo!

    Marlo, I just copied your button and then added the link to the photo. Had no problems!

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