I even Loved my First Apron!

My mother didn’t teach me how to sew.  She did some sewing when we were toddlers, then later on it was mostly repair work – fallen buttons, ripped seams or mending socks.  But even though she didn’t teach me how to sew, we always had the old black Singer with the gold writing on it in our home. (I'm sure many of you reading will go 'Ah Ha - I remember that machine' which of course is now a valuable antique).  That was given to mum by my father’s mother.  It was one of the original Singer treadle machines.  Unfortunately, at some point, my dad had the treadle taken off and had it motorized.  I actually remember sewing a little on it.

But, back to my first project.  The first time I sewed anything of substance was in Grade 7.  I had the best Home Economics teacher. Mrs. Carmichael was her name.  She was so patient and calm.  I loved her.  Our first project was 'the Apron’.  All the girls knew they had to make it and groaned, but not me…I even loved making the apron.  I remember being so proud of myself.  I wish I had a picture of it today, but alas, the best I can come up with are the aprons I made for myself and my husband a number of year’s ago.  Here’s mine.  They were fun and easy.  I heard a new term…feasy!  Fun and Easy. 

Mrs. Carmichael instilled in me a love of seeing something being created and being a part of that creation process.  I will forever remember her.

This is my husband, Wes.  He wears his apron a lot because he cooks a lot.  I am so grateful that he enjoys cooking.  He always makes enough for an army, but then we (I) don't have to cook for days!