Crafts from plastic bags. Crafts from bags: master class on knitting from plastic bags and the best handmade ideas (90 photos) DIY New Year's rooster from bags

Elena Kovtun

Waste is a common problem for humanity. Every person contributes to this problem, and everyone must take part in solving it.

Teacher of the first qualification category Kovtun E. I.

Target: make extraordinary things out of ordinary objects.

Tasks:

Show how to work with plastic bags using the example of making a scarf;

Show interest in creativity;

Description of work:

Waste is a common problem for humanity. Every person contributes to this problem, and everyone must take part in solving it. If we give a second life to household waste, we will save our planet from pollution. An example of this is making crafts from waste material for Mother's Day chick costume cape and cape.

Necessary materials and tools:

- yellow plastic bags.

Red paper.

Scissors

Ruler

Pencil or pen

Stapler.

Step-by-step manufacturing process.

The first thing you need to start working with is to prepare the foundation. Trimming square plastic bag. Such blanks need to be cut according to the children's count.

We cut out strips from cardboard and fasten them with a stapler.

We place our scarf on a cardboard strip and fasten it with glue or a stapler.

We also prepare a cape. Here you go The chicken costume is ready.

Publications on the topic:

A very apt statement about the profession of a music director was published in an article by A.I. Burenina in the magazine “Musical Director”.

To work you will need: 1. A pair of crazy pens; 2. Cones; 3. Green gouache paints, brushes; 4. Tinsel; 5. Vata; 6. Plasticine; 7. Colored cardboard;.

DIY photo frameA photo frame is the simplest thing you can do with your own hands - minimum cost, minimum time and maximum.

Master Class " New Year's ball with your own hands” The most long-awaited and beloved New Year holiday is ahead. Take part in preparing for this.

The New Year holidays are quickly approaching, and this remaining time is filled with creative bustle: making a variety of things.

Drawing is a favorite activity of children attending preschool institutions. Using unconventional drawing methods.

I really love doing creative things with children. Soon New Year. The most important attribute of the holiday is a snowflake. What would New Year be without snowflakes?

Without a second thought, we throw a plastic milk carton into the trash. And such a fate awaits millions of packages, except those that fall into the hands of Rimma Marfonova from Krichev. She creates a real fairy tale from seemingly waste material.

Will need: plastic milk bags, scissors, empty plastic containers (for example, for shampoos), colored PET bottles, wire, heat gun.

Yarn preparation

Polyethylene knitting

Garden figurine "Cockerel"

Master of the yard

On a note
If the figure is large, you can use bags as stuffing, distributing them inside closer to the knitted fabric, and filling the center with foam. With such a filler, your “sculpture” will not be afraid of either rain or snow.

Then she continued knitting, decreasing stitches until she was left alone. Fixed the tape. Fastening the new thread on the body of the cockerel in the right places, I tied the comb, earrings, beak, and then similarly at the bottom of the body - the legs (legs). I twisted the paws out of wire and fixed them in the shins with a heat gun. I glued my eyes. For the bright wings, neck and tail I used colored plastic bottles and containers. I cut out blanks in the shape of feathers from them and, for greater realism, I cut the edge of the parts (photo 8). Glued it to a knitted base using a heat gun. I painted the head fragments with red enamel.

Using this knitting technique, I decorated my area with decorative figures (photo 9-13).

Recorded by Alina Avdeeva.
Photo by Irina Savosina

*Amigurumi is the Japanese art of knitting or crocheting all kinds of small animals, people, as well as inanimate objects, all the details of which are knitted in the round without seams with dense fabric.

Electrician of the Zavolzhsky plant Pugachev, yawning and shivering from the morning freshness, habitually jumped into a leaking skiff and rowed into the middle of the river - into the thick of the fog. There he opened a tin of mackerel, took a sip of warmth from the flask and waited. And I didn’t even unsheath my fishing rods. Because Pugachev was an unusual fisherman. Half an hour later, a huge pike perch sank to the bottom of the skiff. And behind him, Sukhomlinskaya climbed on board - a dazzling madame female beauty , smoothly turning into a long fish tail. - Hello, Pugachev! Sorry, I overslept. - As always, in principle. - Well, don’t bay. What about mackerel? Were there any bulls in the tomato? – Sukhomlinskaya frowned (she got hooked on bulls like a teenager on an iPhone). - They didn’t deliver it. Or they sold out - they gave an advance. *** ...They met by chance. Pugachev hooked it with a spinner. Sukhomlinskaya screamed, Pugachev almost died from fear, but then word for word, and somehow the conflict itself flowed into friendship. Every morning they met and chatted for a couple of hours about all sorts of bullshit. He told her about the loss of the Torpedo hockey game and political instability, she told her about the gnarled otters and water lilies planted near a hole that refused to bloom. Sukhomlinskaya liked Pugachev - he didn’t try to photograph her, beat her with a stick and sell her to scientists, and he didn’t stare at her tits at all (in fact, he still stared, but he did it on the sly). And lonely Pugachev simply had a blast chatting with the beautiful half of a woman. *** ...Sukhomlinskaya licked the empty can with her long tongue and looked at Pugachev strangely. - What? - Listen, Pugachev. Are you my friend or a foot wrap? - Well, friend. -Will you look after me for a week? Sukhomlinskaya pulled out a glass jar of apricot nectar from the water. In it, Pugachev saw three tiny mermaids with bulging eyes. “I’m going to the sea with my friends,” Sukhomlinskaya jabbered, “I haven’t been for a hundred years, to warm fish asses on the rocks, seafood, all that, but there’s no one to leave with, look,” she stabbed her graceful webbed hand at the children, “this is Svetka, this is Marina, and this is Lenochka... Oh, no, wait... This is Marie... And no, everything is correct. You sprinkle them with bloodworms three times a day and that’s it, nothing complicated, you’ll take it? Well, please, please, please! - Come on, fools. - You are my guardian angel! – Sukhomlinskaya squealed, kissed Pugachev on the unshaven cheek (he once again secretly looked at the tits) and, like a Chinese jumper, dived without splashing into the Volga, slapping her tail on the water surface as a farewell. Pugachev put the jar with the mermaids on the bottom and carefully rowed it to the shore. *** ...For a couple of days everything was calm - Pugachev fed the little ones with bloodworms, worked and drank behind the garages. Until one evening I turned on Ren-TV. There, the gloomy Prokopenko told a fresh story about a strange woman who was cut in half by a yacht propeller near Astrakhan. And to increase the rating he showed “scary footage”. The woman’s face was darkened (unlike the blue blood), but Pugachev still recognized Sukhomlinskaya. Then he looked at the jar with its sleeping children and went to get the keys to the boat lock. The fry need to be released. ...Pugachev swam to the middle, and had already opened the jar when a satisfied colleague from the shop, Shtanyuk, swam up to him on his boat. - Good night, Pugachev! What, did he crawl out onto the pike too? She got it, bro, she got it! She bites like crazy! Look, nine kilos in two hours! The sleepy fry looked fearfully, first at Pugachev, then at the black waters of the Volga. Pugachev sighed, closed the jar and swam back with the little ones. *** ...The harsh everyday life of a father dragged on. The girls grew quickly, and after a couple of weeks the jars became scarce. Pugachev moved them into the bathtub, and he himself washed himself under the pump in the yard. There were, of course, difficulties. Marina’s swim bladder became inflamed, and Pugachev fed her a mixture of bloodworms and crushed antibiotics. Helen swallowed a flying fly and was afraid that she would die. And one day a neighbor’s cat snuck into the house and dragged Svetka away. Pugachev chased the scoundrel, in whose mouth Svetka was screaming heart-rendingly, for almost an hour, until he gave up and spat her out into the garden. Pugachev dripped iodine onto Svetka’s wounds and sat in the bathroom until the morning, until she fell asleep. Pugachev withdrew money from the card and decided to hire a nanny. In the ad, he stated “experienced and resistant to stress.” The first candidate, seeing the “children,” crossed herself and ran to the monastery to write her own “Revelation.” Pugachev gave up on this idea and ran home instead of lunch, and during his shifts he turned on “Sadko” and cartoons for them. All these troubles were erased at once when he heard “Papa.” Svetka was the first to call him that, and then the rest of the girls. Pugachev shed tears and decided to immediately get drunk with joy, but he caught himself in time, took out a book with children's fairy tales from the mezzanine and read them aloud until the morning, simultaneously answering a billion children's questions. The girls have matured. Pugachev switched them to canned fish. In the evenings, he wandered around the store to find cans with numbers stamped on the inside - the old women suggested that this was a symptom of factory production, which meant the canned food was “normal.” Svetka fell in love with sprat, Marina loved cod liver, and Lenochka couldn’t tear herself away from the gobies in tomato. Just like his mother, thought Pugachev. And she looks more like her than the others. *** ...A little later, Pugachev, raised in a Soviet manner, firmly decided that girls needed education. He bought textbooks and laminated all the pages so that he could study even at the bottom. Along with their studies, the character of each mermaid emerged. The rebel Svetka hated any science, which came very easily to her. The nerdy Marina diligently crammed, fanatic more from her father's praise than from the knowledge she received. And the quiet Lenochka was looking for herself until Pugachev bought her waterproof paints. And from then on, Helen used them to draw princes with shark tails and Poseidon tridents on the tiles. Pugachev did not forget about the lessons of survival. He caught a carp and grew it long nails and taught his daughters how to cut fish by hand. Svetka did best, but Lenochka felt sorry for the carp and cried all evening. After a couple of months, the girls turned into girls and no longer fit in the bathroom. Pugachev tore down the walls and bought a huge inflatable pool. The bills for water began to come up simply insane, but nothing can be done - everyone needs personal space. But they began to feel sad. They closed in on themselves and spent days sighing and staring at the wall. Behind this wall there was a river. She attracted girls, and Pugacheva could not do anything about it. Then he bought a rusty milk tanker, repaired it and took them to the pier at night. - They should be here at six in the morning! - Pugachev demanded menacingly and, dying of fear, released the entire trio into the Volga. Naturally, he did not sleep and, turning gray, scurried back and forth along the shore until the morning. Exactly at six, loud laughter was heard from the fog, and all three returned safe and sound. Pugachev rose from the dead and until lunch unloaded their impressions with his ears. Since then, every night he took them ashore and waited until the morning. And they always came back. Except for one time, when they were two hours late, covering up the pleasure escaping from their eyes with hypocritical guilt. - Stupid toads!!! – Oral Pugachev, furious. – Why did I buy you waterproof cases for mobile phones?! So that you from the very bottom...!! From under the silt they could...! Don't you feel sorry for your father?! Answer!!! - You are not our father! – Svetka blurted out angrily. Then she apologized, but Pugachev realized that this was the point of no return. The river won. *** And a week later it was confirmed - the daughters did not return. And they didn't answer calls. Pugachev did not leave the pier for three days, running towards every splash. Nothing. Then he started drinking. Then he pulled himself together, collected the bottles, stuffed notes into them with threats, curses and pleas to return, and scattered them all over the Volga. No answer. The daughters swam away from their parents' nest. Forever. It was painful and offensive. But that's how life is. And you can't do anything about it. Time, putting on a medical gown, began to diligently treat Pugachev. He returned to work and fishing. A couple of months later, news came from the girls. Once the restless Volga capsized a boat with children. All fourteen children and the camp teacher were saved. In an interview, they all told a strange story. It was as if three girls with fish tails pulled them onto the island and called the Ministry of Emergency Situations on their mobile phone. Finally, they asked me to say hello to my dad and asked me not to be offended by him. Nobody believed the children, and for the first time in his life Pugachev experienced cosmic pride and squeezed out a tear. *** A year has passed. On a May night, Pugachev habitually swam from the shore and cast his fishing rods. Not a damn thing was biting, and Pugachev almost fell asleep when a quiet splash was heard behind him. - Paaaaap... Svetka flopped to the bottom of the skiff. Pugachev grunted and pressed her to his chest so that she almost suffocated. She was very cold, but Pugachev felt unimaginably warm, even hot. Svetka told him about the others. Marina got in touch with marine zoologists and is installing some sensors on the Caspian seals. Lenochka, somewhere near Yeisk, takes part in water shows at a boarding house. And Svetka... Everything is fine with her. I met a merman near Kazan, love was like carrots, then we didn’t get along in character, in general... Yes, everything is fine. Proud and free. - Dad, Marinka is calling you over. The work, he says, is interesting, but you have to work a lot, there are constant business trips. I would be happy to help the sisters, but... In short... This is the case... Pugachev understood everything. - Give them here. Svetka, with downcast eyes, timidly took out a jar of birch sap from the water. With three little timid mermaids. - Vika, Christina and Ilona. No, wait... Here's Ilona, ​​huh... No, everything is correct. This is only for a month, I’ll be back at the beginning of July and right away... - Okay, okay, Svet, don’t worry. - Thank you, daddy! Thank you thank you thank you! I love you! - Don't swim under yachts. Svetka kissed Pugachev on the cheek and gracefully dived into the water. And grandfather Pugachev carefully placed his granddaughters on the bottom of the skiff and carefully rowed them to the shore. He really was an unusual fisherman... Kerina's tales Kirill Sitnikov

Tatyana Zhuravleva

For the manufacture of you will need a cockerel: empty plastic bottle from "Sanfor", plastic bags, plastic covers from binders, "Titan" glue, scissors, thread, needle, colored linen cord.

First, I cut off the bottom and handles of the bags.

Cut the bags into strips 5-6 cm wide.

Pens will also come in handy.

We collect stripes on a thread with such skirts.

A lot of preparations are required. The brighter and more colorful the packages, the better.

You will need three hard bags for the tail. We cut out squares of different sizes from them.

We collect one edge with a thread.

Glue the largest square first, then the smaller ones. The last one is the smallest. This is necessary so that the tail does not sag down.

Then we will cut the tail into feathers.

Now we put our “skirts” on the bottle. Fix with glue. The denser the layers, the fluffier your cockerel.

When the bottle is 2/3 of the way into the skirt, you need to glue on the wings.

From the covers we prepare blanks for the wings.

From the red cover you can immediately cut out blanks for the comb, beard and beak.

I do not indicate the exact dimensions; I did it, as they say, “by eye.” It all depends on what size your bottle is.

Fold the edges of the wings, approximately 1 - 1.5 cm. Glue on the sides.

Weave paws from the cord into braids. I made them longer to make them dangle funnier.

Having previously cut off the bottom, glue the legs.

We put on the remaining skirts. First glue the beard onto the bottle cap, then the beak and comb.

Well, and of course the eyes!

All that's left is to plant cockerel on the fence!

Now he’s already crowing! Thank you for your attention!

From multi-colored plastic bags you can make very interesting and beautiful crafts for home and garden. Crafts are made very simply, but whole masterpieces come out of them, and you will also get great pleasure from the work done. We already have interesting crafts made from bags on our website and you should definitely check them out too.
Today we will look at interesting master class on making chicken from plastic bags, the author of this tutorial is Natalya Semyonova. If you make a chicken from multi-colored bags, then you will get it bright, beautiful and with luxurious plumage.
Natalya saw a photo of this cute chicken on the Internet and immediately got the idea to create exactly the same one. There were no explanations on how to make chicken, so I had to come up with everything myself. Natalya hopes that her master class will be useful to someone. But if you find another way to make it, we will be glad if you share it with us.

To make chicken we need:
* Plastic bags.
* Thick wire.
* Thin wire.
* Pen or pencil.
* Sheet A 4 - 2 pcs.
* Thermal gun.

Method for making chicken:
We will make a sketch on two sheets of A 4 and then bend the frame from thick wire using it. We make the frame approximately, then when you create volume for it, all the flaws will be covered.

She moved her paws to the sides so that in the end they would not be from the same point.

Natalya dreamed of making a chicken from colored bags, but she only came across rustling ones, and they wouldn’t look very good. Therefore, I decided to make soft, dense bags from what I had (the black one is thinner), from which we can make a pied hen))).
We cut strips from the bags, 3 cm strips will be needed on the body, and 2 cm on the head. The strips also need to be cut across to make a long ribbon. It didn’t take a lot of bags to make the chicken, 3-4 pieces of each color. It also depends on the tightness of the parts.

Now we take a thin wire and start assembling a ribbon on it, we should get a ruffle like in the photo.

The volume of the chicken is made of bags, we fix it with tape or some kind of synthetic tape. We start adding volume to the chicken from the tail. We put a corner of the bag on the tail and fasten it with tape. We braid five braids from bags, securing the edges with a stapler. Now we glue the frills to the bag on the tail with a glue gun.
The chicken will turn out to be approximately the size of a regular chicken, it all depends on the frame, which one you draw, that’s what you’ll get. You can stuff the chicken with unnecessary rags or paper, but if you are making it for the street, then stuff it with plastic bags, otherwise everything inside will rot. It is best to glue the finished frills with a glue gun.

Gradually we reach the breast.

We shape the breast from bottom to top like a frill.

If we do not change the length of the ribbons, then we will end up with a plump breast.

We take the wire and make paws from it.

We screw it onto the base, but it doesn’t turn out very securely, so we fill it with hot glue.

We trace the head on plastic (you can take a stand for hot food), draw a comb, beak, beard and cut it out with an allowance of 0.5 cm. We fix it with a glue gun (a super thing, after all), it’s better to paint it before fixing it.