My kid sister came to visit us here in Georgia this week. She saw my folks down in South Georgia, then headed up our way for a couple of days. She and I talked about what we wanted to do while she was here, of course hitting the pool was in the cards! But she also wanted to make an apron with a kitchen towel as the skirt.
I’m not a super great seamstress, but I know my way around a sewing machine. So we headed to the fabric store where she selected pretty material.
We didn’t work with a pattern, we were just winging it. So I taught her how to mark the fabric to make a straight cut.
And I showed her how there’s as much ironing in a sewing project as there is actually stitching pieces together.
All straight-line sewing…that’s my kind of project!
I got all of the parts and pieces cut, ironed, sewn…and then I started trying to turn the gingham fabric sash inside out…
At this point my sister had the best quote, “Well, it wouldn’t be a family project without cuss words”. Let’s just say I trashed the stupid gingham sash and chose to use satin blanket binding for the sash instead. I’m glad I did, it is super cute.
Finally, I’ll end this post with something that is disturbing. It is inexplicable. My purpose in doing this is simply to gross my mom out, the same reason I did this when I was 8-years-old. It involves those pins above this text.
If you are squeamish, don’t look. (Mom you don’t count, you HAVE to look).
Seriously, if you can’t handle a little grosser than gross, don’t look.
Ahhhhhhhhhh! They’re in my skin!
My mom’s skin is CRAWLING right now! hee hee hee. My sister and I love tormenting our poor lil’ ol’ mommy. Sorry, but if you get me and my sis together…weird and gross things are bound to happen.
And we make aprons.