The History of Aprons

The History of 'APRONS' (sent from my sister-in-law) I don't think our kids know what an apron is. The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few. It was also because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons used less material. 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 folk 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 many purposes. REMEMBER: Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool. Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw. They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron. I don't think I ever caught anything from an apron - but love...

A Little Fun For All

What a week! Work was great, but a day off came just at the right time. Did a little sewing on the side and a bit of shopping on the other side. And those of you who know me KNOW I don't shop well and have to force myself to do it.

I had my eye on a piece of artwork from a Nebraska photographer for a few months. She called this week to see if I was still interested in the piece as it was still available and she would be in town to deliver it! WOW! I couldn't say no and she delivered it - in person. Quite honored. This photo doesn't do it justice, but it is one of the most phenomenal photography I've seen.....

It is not real big and the detail in the 'silk' is breathtaking. You would swear it was a painting at first sight. Thank you for remembering me, Helen Johnson.

I've been sewing and planning for Christmas, too. Working up aprons for gifts (maybe) and Bill was generous enough to pose for the camera - even though this is obviously made for the fairer sex.....

Gotta love him!