Yearning for ages to fashion a zipped pouch that’s distinctively cylindrical, I was trapped in the labyrinth of creativity. Alas, amidst a recent tête-à-tête with the ingenious H during a blog conversation, a gust of inspiration swept her toward a fast food-themed DIY reverie. The burger pouch sprang forth from this splendid brainstorm! Behold an artful assemblage of stitched finesse, a zipped pocket that capably cradles pens, cords, petite gadgets, or even moonlights as a glamorous maquillage repository. A token of esteem ideal for the youthful denizens of teenagehood, a panacea for the perennial dilemma of ‘what to gift’ when tackling the inscrutable tastes of young gentlemen.
Requisites for this tactile voyage: A cardinal-hued Zip (spanning an imperial 12 to 14 inches), a swath of fusible fleece measuring 12 centimeters in width and a svelte 40 centimeters in length, a bulky interfacing panel of identical dimensions for primary heft, two more square facets of 12 by 12 centimeters, a smidgen of wadding that invites scrap status, a crimson-cotton vestige, a luxurious expanse of dark-chocolate fabric spanning 25 centimeters, an analogous stretch of tawny textile, a verdant square of felt, its gold-flecked sibling, threads that rhyme with the spectrum of cocoa shades, a sewing machine’s esoteric appendage – the zipper foot, a skein of beige embroidery thread, needles, both of the mundane and ornamental variety, a pair of scissor virtuosos, and lastly, the adhesive tendrils of fabric glue.
First footfall: Adorn thy zip’s extremities with wee fabric tabs, a meticulous choreography of cutting and stitching.
Second dance: Initiate a tango betwixt fusible fleece and ponderous interfacing, consecrated by the ardent kiss of an iron.
Tertian pas: Engender a stately strip from the ruddy terrain, a tan swath of 4.5 centimeters by 40 centimeters that knits seamlessly into the bosom of interfacing. Stitch, fold, sew – an operatic rhythm for the ages.
Quartet strides: Conjuring visions of verdant pastures, hew two felt strips, one a somber straightedge, its counterpart, a wave’s whimsical reverie. The bed of lettuce is now adorning your creation.
Quintessential interlude: The darkness of brown ascends, a swathe, 4.5 centimeters by 40 centimeters, an ebon drapery with a dainty hem, a guardian bestowed upon the viridescent bounty.
Sextet metamorphosis: Ascend the culinary pyramid. From the depths of felt, triangles of sunshine-hued heraldry emerge, bestowing upon thee the emblem of cheese. Crown it with yet another swath of sable, edges neatly enfolded, an overture of stitching to anchor.
Septimal junction – Trim, yet spare not, a ribbon, 2.5 centimeters of excess, relinquished unto another endeavor. A trifecta of cocoa fabric, 40 centimeters by 12 centimeters, finds its home. Elevate the precedent layer and usher in the wide lining strip, a procession of stitching ensues, a harmonious pairing taking shape.
Octave crescendo – The joy of symmetry beckons, entwining the zip, a tango of fabric and metal. A veiling of the crown, an embrace of the last layer beneath the zip’s metallic teeth.
Nonary embellishment: The tapestry unfurls anew, a raven-hued ribbon encircling the exiled strip of stiffness. A flattened strip like a burger beneath a steamroller emerges at this crossroads.
Tenth ballet – Folding the tapestry, a pas de deux of right sides, a verdant flourish caressing raw edges, a final suture, security in stitches.
Undecim fervor: Inversion transpires, and the journey flips, unveiling a landscape of possibilities.
Duodecim finesse: The enigma of geometry enlists circles, tracing the outside’s contours, birthing interfaces for two rounds.
Tertius Decimus enigma: From circles beget circles, verdant felt and tawny fabric, symmetric twins of contrast, and their elder interfacing kin.
Quartus Decimus minuet: Stitcheries now encapsulate an interface, a choreography of gathering around the edges, an interfacing heart ensconced.
Quintus Decimus alchemy: Felt rekindles the ballet, enshrouding raw borders, and wadding takes place amidst interfacing and tawny fabric, a symphony of stitches and gathering.
Sextus Decimus flourish – Golden whimsy descends, embroidered seeds of sesame atop the bun’s visage, and an encore of felt ensues.
Septimus Decimus handiwork: With thread echoing hues, hand and needle commence a duet, anchoring zenith and nadir to the burger’s corpus.
To add depth, entice the lettuce and cheese to burgeon a pas de trois upon the canvas of your creation. Behold, the burger pouch emerges, a vessel for treasures of merriment.
I wove this marvel, a desktop haven for my mate’s disarray, yet my dreams spin an alternative tale – envision a slim strap, transforming this curiosity into a kitschy clutch. Cross my heart. The high street flaunts such marvels this year. Pardon my indulgence in compelling imagery, but I must inquire: what fast food elicits your covert craving? Does the burger reign supreme, or do you succumb to the siren song of a Chinese takeaway?
I am Sammy and I blog at Live it. Love it. Make it. It is creative lifestyle blog run by best friends H and Sammy. Head over and follow our crafty adventures!