Yummy fabric

A friend of mine wants me to make her an apron. She said she likes the looks of vintage aprons, but didn't care what colors, fabric or anything, she just wanted me to make her something usable. She picked out an apron that she found from this post.

So this is the fabric that I picked out (she hasn't seen it yet, that is until now - hope you like it Mary). I can't wait to make her one.

Mary sent me a poem about Grandma's Apron via e-mail, sometime last year and I have been thinking about aprons ever since. I would love to collect them. My friend Amanda at Faith, Food and Family collects them. She should do a post and show us some of her collection.

Since I read the poem, I have envisioned making several aprons (one for each holiday, one for everyday use and one dressy one - my grandmother had everyday aprons and Sunday aprons), but I have yet to make one. Mary's will be my first and I am so excited. I'm sure that will get me started on making some of my own (I hope anyway).

Also, when I was at my dad's the other day (because Mary's got me thinking on this apron stuff) I looked through my mom's things and found several aprons. I'll post pictures of them soon. I was just giddy with excitement. I actually think at least one of them was my grandmother's (all of them looked hand-made).

Here's the poem that started it all...

Grandma's Apron

I don't think our kids know what an apron is.

The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, because she only had a few, it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used less material, but along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.

It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears…

From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.

When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.

And when the weather was cold grandma wrapped it around her arms.

Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.

Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.

From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables.

After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.

In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.

When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.

When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men-folk knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.

It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes.

REMEMBER:

Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool.

Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.

They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron.

I never caught anything from an apron…But Love. (Author Unknown)