After approximately 8,567 aprons for other people (with one more to share in a few months)...I finally made one for myself...and, for *you.* If I were an apron. This is me. Granted, this will be the third apron in my drawer.
I love aprons.
This won't be my last apron. I was inspired to make this apron for myself (oh, and *you*) after I saw this one at Anthropology.
I decided NOT to make the top portion because I don't really like things hanging around my neck, AND since when are aprons anything but ornaments to make you look busy? If I wore a full length apron, I might, like, get it dirty or something. I couldn't find the exact fabric, but I'm pretty content with the fabric I did find. As for the flower, I decided to just go with one they sell at Hobby Lobby and bypass making my own. It can be a pin or a hair piece, so you can plop it on, or pull it off when the apron needs washing. Assuming your into that whole laundry 'thing.'
The bottom trim is an inch of fabric folded over, and sewn in a generally straight line. I cut the top portion 4.5 inches, folded it inside out, and then gathered up the top portion of the striped apron part as it was sewn on so it 'flares' a bit at the bottom. I can't promise it doesn't look like a drunk person sewed it. I can promise I wasn't drunk when I sewed it, but I wish I was....then I'd have a reason for the lack of skills that blossom when I sit in front of a sewing machine.
Here's apron #2:
I placed the flower higher....I mean, can you believe how versatile this little gal is?
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I'll come up with some strange, bizarre, and legal (only in my world) way of pulling a name on 1/30 and we can be apron twinkies....and if that didn't make some therapist shudder somewhere, well then....my names not Christy.
**#30, Peggy, is the winner**:O)