Some years back, I mentioned that my father-in-law handed me a plastic bag filled with crafting related items which once belonged to Brian's mother in Palembang. Inside the bag, one of the items was a completed large piece of cross-stitched work; on green plastic-like fabric structure, filled with woollen threads (which tend to cause a slight itch to my nose). I had given it a wash that time and kept it away in my fabric box ever since.
The style of the cross-stitched image reminds me of the Romantic era, quite Shakespeare-ish I must say. It isn't something I could appreciate hanging on the wall in my home, which explained it being stowed away. It's really sad, considering the huge amount of time and effort, I'm sure mom-in-law must have put in to put the piece together, a long time ago.
Then, just yesterday I saw the art piece again. I was clearing my fabric box, for an impending house move. I realized at that moment, I could turn the piece into something user-friendly-me, but still retain its integrity.
Of course, I sought Brian's permission for doing that. That's me. I gave the cross-stitch a full day morning and noon sun yesterday, and turned it into a large roomy tote bag this morning. I did not cut the art piece one bit, for if, in the future any family member would like to view it in full, it's still possible. I lined the bag with solid cream cotton and for the handles, I used crocheted lace in my collection.
I love how the cross-stitched piece had turned into something I'm proud to carry and bring out. It will certainly come in very handy in my packing-house-mode now and I'm foreseeing the bag hanging pretty, when not in use, on the wall somewhere in my new-to-me house soon.