Long a few weeks ago, around the night of the Winter Solstice I finished up this pretty little apron for a friends's daughter. I was gifting her a cooking play set and I thought an apron would be a nice handmade gift to accompany it.
As I write this post now, I'm remembering my first apron. It was peach (I loved peach when I was in 5th grade) and it had little coral flowers in a country like print. It was a full apron, fairly simple with a little gathering in the waist. I was in 4-H and one of our projects was to make an apron. And like all my sewing projects for 4-H, my mother helped me. In fact she did most of the work, while I sat and watched, because I was often so impatient with sewing. I always wanted to get it done quickly- I didn't have the patience to read patterns, or to stitch slowly, or to finish any of the hand stitching that might be needed. When that apron was finished it was so pretty. That sweet peach apron is still at my parents house hanging up on a hook, right near the kitchen.
This post has reminded me how much I owe my mother for my ability to create. She lovingly (and perhaps at times with great patience) helped me though many of my accomplishments. I'm amazed now when I look back at how much I've changed, and become more like my mother to see a project through. It is with the guidance of those that came before us to show us- that the time and effort to make something, (anything) "good" is worthy of our time. It is good to make, to create with the best of our abilities, especially for someone you love.
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