Bags for life depress me. The cynic in me is convinced that a) they were all clearly made in sweatshops and b) anyone who dispenses such bags only does so to make me their branding packhorse.
I need no more bags for life. What I need are things to kit out our new campervan. Tea towels. Cushions. And suchlike.
After being outbid on Ebay for a tea towel in our van's livery colours of red and blue, I took matters into my own hands. One Paul Smith bag was unstitched along the sides; its front handle was removed; the resulting strip of fabric was cut down to tea towel size and pressed flat with an iron; the raw edges were artfully frayed; two seams were run along each side; a ribbon was sewn on the back corner.
The bag is reborn as a tea towel. After the procedure, the new towel is recovering well and the operation is deemed a success.
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