Ta-Dahhh!

Here it is – my beautiful new apron!  I finished it Friday evening as my husband was packing his bags.  Not that the apron had anything to do with his leaving, you understand!  He is traveling to a meeting in Pennsylvania, and the rest of the family is staying home this week, since it is only a four-day meeting.  Ahhhh!  I have lots of things planned for the week, but the apron is no longer on my “To-do” list – it is now on my “Ta-dahhh” list! :) 

My wonderful husband was kind enough to pause in his trip preparations to take this picture (and a few others, if the truth be told – I can’t ever seem to get a good picture of myself, especially modeling aprons).  I forgot how difficult the pattern was, but I remembered when I had to tear out most of it the other night and redo it!  I don’t like ripping out seams, and I had to take out several LOOOOOOONG ones the other evening because I was working with a tired brain.  No permanent damage was done, though, so I am quite satisfied with this latest project.  On to the next one!

Apron Strings

I love my apron!  I know that sounds like a really hokey thing to say, but I do!   It came to me several years ago that I could save a lot of my clothing from unnecessary spots, spatters, and stains by wearing an apron.  Of course, it had to have a bib front, since most of the stains are above waist level.  I found a really cute pattern for vintage aprons and picked out a cute paisley print in aqua and brown ( I figured it would hide a lot of stains). 
Alas, my apron is showing a lot of wear, and quite a few dingy-looking areas, from wiping my hands on it when I am busy cooking and baking.  Another problem is that since I have only one apron, I tend to wear it until it can walk to the laundry basket by itself.  Yuck!  Anyway, I decided the time has come to make another apron.  I was able to find several cute fabrics, and my intent is to make at least two more aprons – in my spare time, of course!  :)

I was able to cut out the first apron the other night.

My machine is waiting, but normal life has interfered with my plans for sewing.  In the meantime, the pattern pieces sit upon my ironing board, calling my name, urging me to attend to them.  I’m coming!