Bag Lady

I can’t remember when I started collecting bags (shopping…not handbags)…I do know I was already in my twenties as, before that, I didn’t even carry a purse. Not having enough money to do much shopping outside Zellers and Woolworths there weren’t many bags I’d want to hang onto and start collecting.

It’s not really a ‘collection’ per se, just bags I’ve picked up over time and saved more as souvenirs from the shops or events I was at. Some were used again and some were just stashed away. My first one was actually from Bloomingdales when I was there working for my employer, a glass artist who had me assist at a trade show there. She actually said she was saving nice bags so that when she became a ‘bag lady’ she’d have some nice things to put her ‘stuff’ in…I think I took that to heart, being a ‘starving artist’ at the time it wasn’t incomprehensible that I might end up needing those bags.

My bag from the Cabbagetown Festival in Toronto when I won an award, bags from my years in the One of a Kind show in Chicago and a bag from one of the best fabric stores in Toronto, Designer Fabric Outlet, sadly now gone.

Lovely cloth bags from markets, from the Beach Studio Tour I founded in ’94. It has a lino cut print by Heidi Burkheardt and one from when I purchased something from a Tsunami fund drive.

The dots and stripes bags were in a package on the back of an English magazine…I kept buying the magazine even after there were no more free bags as it was a great mag. Growing up in England there were always free things being given away with magazines: poppet necklaces, ballerina cards, etc.

Yes, I got to go to St Barts in the Caribbean! A surprise from my husband when we were vacationing on a nearby island. What a hoot, driving around the island (I said scream if you see Jimmy Buffett…I do all the Caribbean driving), then wandering around the chic shops. We’d see a wonderful pair of shoes then put them down when we saw the $600US price tag leaving the shop giggling! We had a great burger dinner though. I got this bag when I bought a fun top.

I purchased something from Gold & Ginger to celebrate Canada’s 150th birthday…this one is 7/150…a limited edition.

Here I see a couple of Kingston bags, one from the City and one from Artfest, a show I do each year in City Park. A crocheted bag I may have bought at a yard sale, a Vogue bag that I thought was so cute I paid $25 for a one year subscription just to get it. The pink and black one on the lower left is a knit weave bag made on a knitting machine and then lined. The last time I gave a seminar in Charlottetown PEI all the attendees got one, made by the women putting on the seminar and this is mine. I’ll be back there this fall for my third time, how lovely to be asked three times!

I’m making this a bit of a tour…I wonder what bags I’ll pick up in the East!

Similar Posts

  • It Takes a Village

    This phrase has taken on so much more meaning in the past 16 months. At first we all thought we’d be locked down for a few weeks then things would get back to normal or would die back…but no and working from home, ordering groceries in or venturing out early in the morning to shop…

  • Back to a Big Show

    Twenty twenty two has been an interesting year! With vaccinations we’ve been able to get out and about more and feel a wee bit less afraid, also, after two years (I’ve lost track) we’ve been jonesing to congregate, get together with family and friends, also, in my business, to let loose in craft fairs. Artfest…

  • Escape…

    “Oh, to be in EnglandNow that April’s there,” Robert Browning wrote in his poem ‘Home Thoughts from Abroad’. We took this in school when I was a girl in England and I remember how delightful it was when our English teacher talked to us about it and told us about folk in the 1800’s travelling…

  • Love and Hate with Nature

    I decided this spring that I have a love/hate relationship with nature. What brought this to a head: Live plants…dead birds. We usually have a nest somewhere around our house each Spring, used to be on a folded back screen on an upstairs balcony door…we took off to North Carolina, something we’d been doing since…

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *