I’d like to show you my apron…

Event: Show Us Your Apron

apron I’d like to show you my apron(s). Really, I would!

I actually have 5 aprons. They are all butcher-style 100% cotton. Two are ancient and in horrendous shape. Those are the ones I wear every day. (Why on earth don’t I retire them?!? I could so easily make a new apron!)

The other three are my “good” aprons (ie: presentable; I could answer the door wearing them and not be horribly embarrassed). One of the “good” aprons is a good quality brown cotton apron brought to us by my father-in-law from Italy. (Yes, yes, I’ll try to remember to take a photo of it.)

My second favourite and most festive apron is the red one in the tiny little photo here. The photo was taken on the first day that we had our digital camera two Christmasses ago and I’m afraid that the original larger version of the picture was lost in our computer crash about two months later. The words on the apron are

Night of 100

It was an apron given to me by my brother-in-law some years ago. I gather the dinner was an event he ran in Vancouver.

And the third of the “good” aprons is my favourite, a white cotton apron with a particularly wonderful drawing of wild-eyed cat that looks JUST like our cat. Of course, I do not have a photo of this excellent apron (remind me….) and Ilva’s (Lucullian Delights) deadline to show us your apron is today!

So this hasty post will have to do and I hope that I have squeaked in just under the wire!

Aprons are incredibly easy to make. I have often made aprons to give as Christmas presents. They are perfect for using instead of wrapping paper around a cookbook. Here is the pattern that I made for myself to follow after I got tired of measuring our ragged “every day” butcher aprons:

edit a few minutes later:
I just re-read the “Show Us Your Apron” guidelines and see that I am to tell “the story of it […] or at least what you feel about that apron and why“. Oops!! How remiss of me to have left out important details!

I must say that I love to wipe my hands on my apron. Wearing an apron gives me permission to make an absolute mess. I can drip things onto an apron without worrying that it will be ruined by the stain(s). (Although the stains on the “every day” aprons are rather horrible looking, not to mention that the rips are beginning to make them completely useless in their role at protecting my real clothes from being stained).

The other aprons hang on the cookbook shelf – all ready for guests to don if they feel jealous of the apron I am wearing. (I try to steer them away from putting on a ragged every day apron….)

edit 21 July 2007:
Ilva has posted the apron round up!


8 responses to “I’d like to show you my apron…

  1. ilva

    Thank you! You’re on time and I don’t have any real criteria for the apron entries, they just have to be about aprons so this is perfect! And very generous of you to give us the pattern for making it on our own!

  2. ejm Post author

    Thank YOU, Ilva! I’m so glad I was on time. Although I was in such haste to get the thing posted that I didn’t even think to drone on talk about my “grade 8” apron. When I was in grade 8 (or was it grade 7??), in the first week or so of HomeEc class, we all had to sew a skirt-style apron and pot holder out of brown gingham that was issued to us (why on earth was brown chosen?!). We each had to crossstitch our names onto the apron pocket and pot holder. Once the aprons were sewn, we were required to wear them whenever we were in HomeEc class.

    I was VERY proud of my gingham apron. I brought it with me when I moved away from home and even though it was brown gingham, I wore it until it literally fell apart. I still have what’s left of it in a drawer somewhere because I can’t bear to throw it away. :-D

  3. Your sister, C

    I remember my grade 8 apron too. Same pattern except that we had a terrible light green broadcloth (plain) issued to us. We had to put our names in chain stitch. I think I still have mine somewhere as well as the matching pot holder which also had our names chainstitched on them. You could button the potholder to the apron.

    I think P and I need some new aprons. Ours are really getting pretty grotty looking. Your pattern is just the thing, except that I am soooo unlikely to get around to it.

  4. your sister Barbara

    Brown gingham? The aprons for my class were all made from of plain icky turquoise. I don’t recall being very proud of my apron – I wonder if I would have been prouder if it had been gingham – probably not, my embroidery and sewing was awful.

    My favourite memory of The Aprons was Mrs Swenson telling us about embroidering our names. In some past year, a student had asked if they had to do their whole name, and when asked her name, she said “Pam”. Mrs Swenson was still shocked and puzzled by this girl not having been willing to embroider three letters.

  5. ejm Post author

    Whoohoo!! A convert… don’t forget to embroider your name on the pocket, Brilynn. :whee:

    As I recall, we had to embroider our first names and first initial of our last names.

    Ah, yes, our poor legendary home-ec teacher… even though we wore our aprons with embroidered names clearly visible, she could NEVER get it straight that Beth’s name WASN’T Ruth.

    My favourite memory of Mrs.S was when she demonstrated with one girl’s skirt how to sew a zipper in. She sewed it onto the bottom of the skirt and when the error was pointed out, she threw the skirt down in a rage and said to the poor girl (who was almost in tears), “You’ll just have to rip it out and do it again!”

    And my second favourite memory was when we were making pastry. I was mixing it with my hands and she came screeching over, “WHAT are you doing with your hands?! You should be using a knife to cut in the shortening!!” I told her that I had been making pastry since I was 10 and that my mom had TOLD me to use my hands for pastry. Mrs.Swenson gave me the nicest smile and said, “Oh you’ve made pastry before? That’s alright then.” (I’m afraid I was back in the doghouse when we got to the knitting section though. My samples were appallingly misshapen and no amount of stretching and ironing could make them look like uniform squares.)

    I’ll try to remember about your need for new aprons, C and P.

  6. your sister Barbara

    My second favourite memory is more a Waneta (pronounced as Juanita) memory. We were making cocoa (yes, we actually had a lesson on making cocoa), and Mrs Swenson walked by as Waneta was carefully measuring the vanilla with her teaspoon “seven … eight”. Mrs S shrieked “Waneta A—-! What On Earth are you Doing?” Poor Waneta hadn’t noticed the “1/” in the recipe. Mrs S went on, and on, and on about it. I wonder if it became another story to be told in later years, like the Pam story.

    I had the same run-in with her over the pastry thing, although I recall her being more cross than pleased.

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