Mission Accomplished, Tom Cruise.
I think you already know this about me, but I love me the apron. They never get old for me. I've made and remade and re-envisioned the basic vintage apron that The Chicken served up in her first book and the straightforward instructions for this apron have been worth the cost of the book for me. So yesterday I was at it again with this little number:
Don't think of that as a blurry photo: think of it as an action shot. It's windy here today.
I found this little retro 70s scrap some time ago and knew it wanted to be an apron and it FINALLY came to me--the person who would embrace it, I mean. And the fabric combo. Got to use a scrap of my Dick and Jane word-omatic scrap too for the pocket and some mini-ric rac I've been hoarding like a tiny squirrel with a tree:
Have you made an apron for somebody lately? It's a super satisfying 2-hour-ish undertaking that will make you happy to drive to the post office to send it off. (And THAT is saying something--especially from a postally-challenged person like me.) And I'll be thinking today about how happy my friend from Texas will be when she skips out to her mailbox and finds this there waiting for her. It will be a little chunk of love, delivered.








