This is a bag I have recently learnt about from my mother who asked me to make her one. She doesn’t often ask me to make her something. Usually, it’s ‘you can make it for me if you want’. Like I’m desperate for things to make. When in fact I usually, no, always have too many things I want to make. We all know that right? But I add whatever it is to the list all the same.
This bag however seemed really easy. A member of my mum’s baking club has one, whose husband is french and the bag is french; it is called a Sac a tarte. My mother has not stopped talking about it. I made her one quickly to make her stop! Honestly she is making me feel old. Her oldness is making me feel old. That sounds mean. Maybe it’s nothing to do with age and she just freaking loves that sac. Most likely.
I was right. It was really simple to make! It is literally just the two handles which are sewn into the two rectangles sewn right sides together, flip it out, bring the two edges inwards and then top stitch. If that makes sense.
I like how it transforms into a sort of basket when it is holding your pie dish. Sorry, tarte dish! It’s really quite cool. It’s not something I see needing anytime soon, so I wont be making one for myself for now. I really don’t get that many invitations to dinner parties anymore. Oh no, now I’ve made myself sad. Is it rude to demand someone to have a dinner party, knowing that your not going to host one in return? I do only have two chairs…and two plates. I’m a minimalist, she says.
Oh well. My mum now has her very own sac for bake club. And even though I wont be making one for myself, I do know there is a list of people my mum wants to give them to as gifts. Which is fine by me. (A trip to the fabric shop.) Oh and that making things for other people brings joy to my heart, so forth and so on. etc.