Aprons

I was looking through my new book. There are some of the prettiest aprons in there. It really is a great book. Now, I haven't read all of it -- it's gonna take a while to get through it. As I was telling MaryJane, to me, it's one of those books that you want to savor. There's just sooooo much in it! I'm so glad that she recommended it!This is the only apron, I've actually made. I made it for our younger daughter to wear at the Social Studies Fair. (Her project was on the History of Doughnuts -- yum!) It was really fun, but I'm no seamstress. I'm self-taught with the sewing and am just not very good at all. I've ripped out more stitches in the last 19 years than it seems I've sewn. Holding my head in shame....... but I keep trying. I need to make a "Manly" one for my son -- he loves to bake! And younger daughter needs one for the garden. So I guess that I'm off to find some inspiration........

A friend sent this article about aprons to me and I thought you might like it. Here goes:

History of Aprons

The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, 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 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 may purposes.

Many Blessings,

Julie