Thursday, June 10, 2010
....or it might even be G'ma's Apron...isn't it funny where your memory doesn't go when you want it to?
All I know is that I received it from Mother long ago and I know it is at least 50 or 60 years old, which is easily within my lifetime, with a few years to spare.
I don't use it..it is too valuable to me. But I love the way it buttons in back, has a sweetheart bodice, and has the support straps going from the shoulder to the scalloped skirt of the apron. The pocket is a must in an apron, although this one is slightly small.
A year or so ago, I semi-attempted to measure and draw patterns of the different elements of this apron, but never followed through. I think I should retry again, but when I start, memories flood in and I get distracted. I picture Momma in it, working at the table, kneading bread or mixing dough, or just washing dishes after a meal.
So I think I will place it somewhere in my sewing room, on the wall or hanger. To be admired and a reminder of things past that are so rare these days.