Attached at the Apron Strings

I have a confession. I love aprons. When my great great grandmother passed away, we moved into her bungalow house, complete with  a lemon yellow kitchen and giant orange and brown flowered wallpaper, plus curtains to match. It was tiny in every conceiveable way, but I loved it. I aquired her aprons that had hung in the kitchen since the 1940s, along with all of her hats. I played house and dress up with those few things she left for me, and even though I don't have any of them today, I still love them and her. That nostalgia always gets me, and every time I put on an apron to cook, especially at the holidays, I think of her.

I went several years of my adult life without an apron, so when I happened upon an updated 50s pattern, I had to get it. I now have more than my fair share of aprons, and continue to make more. (Don't ask me where I find the time, because I don't know.) I made several for the recent craft show, and had quite a few left over, which I will leave here for you to ooh and aah over. If you would like one for yourself or someone else for Christmas, please let me know. They're $20 which includes shipping, and I can have them out in time for you to prance around in at Thanksgiving dinner. (Because we all know that's what you're going to do!)