Someday, my girls will grow up and have girls of their own (some way or another) and those little girls can use the aprons their mothers used to get sticky with bread dough or pancake batter. Those little girls will own my aprons some day. It's beautiful. And, it's all just a crazy dream. My other rediculous thought was that some of those aprons would be made by me. All by myself. Seriously. And I don't know a thing about sewing. Really, seriously.
So - I pick up a vintage apron here and there. Got one this weekend at a garage sale for twenty five cents. It's cute, but nothin' fancy. It doesn't have to be. For my birthday, I placed an order with Farm Chick since she's good at that sewing stuff (see her remake garbage into a super cute sundress on our Farm Girls blog). I told her I'd like an Americana apron. I even described the fabric I had just got at Wal Mart the day before on sale.
Now, I'm not a fabric buyer, because I really have no idea what I'm doing, but for my birthday, I pretty much got whatever I want. My husband owed me big time for running a rescue operation for his mother instead of throwing me that huge birthday party I was expecting. He graciously allowed me to spend whatever I wanted in the entire store. I was pretty puffed up over the $17 purchase I made. Four types of fabric, some ric-rac and some lace. Wow, I'm cheap on myself. *sigh* Now that I think about it, I should have thrown in a sewing machine too, because as you will see, a good machine probably is a time saver and I'll probably never get a chance to milk his guilt like I did that day.
So today, I came across Farm Chick's meme about 8 things (plus 2) - and realized she's working on my apron. I was flattered, especially considering the things that girl has to do, what with 4 kids and a dadgum dog to deal with every day. It got me to thinking that maybe I could work on my OWN apron... HUH? DO something with the fabric I bought? I mean actually CUT it? And try to SEW it?? What was I thinking? You know it - crazy thoughts.
I hollered outside to my ten-year-old-in-one-day daughter and asked her to bring down her sewing machine and her sewing stuff. She got all of it for Christmas, and although she loves it, she has nobody to teach her how to use it. What can I say? I tried!
She about freaked when I told her what I was going to try to do. She told me she could teach me if I'd like, and that she could find someone to help us. It didn't take long for her to get distracted by the super soaker battle going on outside, so she
It started something like this...
I realized that didn't hurt so much,
so then I did something like this... And I thought that was kinda fun... so I moved on to this...
And that's when I realized things were beginning to get dangerous. I was letting the creative juices flow, and they weren't really sure what to do. I think they were flowing uphill because my brain was starting to cramp. The eensy weensy sewing machine was beginning to sputter. But I wasn't done yet. I had patched on some flag pockets! And, it was lookin good. It even resembled an apron, so I went for the gusto and added this...
Boy, was my Momma gonna be proud of ME! I actually made an apron! And - on a Dressmaker II. For anyone that doesn't know what that is, it's a 12 inch plastic thing disguised as a sewing machine. I'd like to compare it to making a wedding cake in an Easy Bake Oven. I suppose it can be done, but it will take forever and you'll have many disappointments. Yes, my apron took forever - but it was a pretty rewarding four hours and now I have made my own contribution to my dream apron collection!