tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723124266752750306.post5763364789141653840..comments2023-07-26T03:02:44.055-07:00Comments on ANWA Founder & Friends: ApronsMarsha Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15389060049107102815noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723124266752750306.post-66730845109670771722008-02-17T22:20:00.000-07:002008-02-17T22:20:00.000-07:00Thanks for triggering a pre-school memory of an ap...Thanks for triggering a pre-school memory of an apron my mother made. <BR/><BR/>When Mother left her scissors on the table and rushed to the stove to keep a pot from boiling over, I, her little helper, helped. I cut a nice big V into the folded material already cut out to be the front of a new red print apron. For some unknown reason, Mother did not praise me for my assistance. Instead, she looked aghast when she discovered it. Not one to waste cloth, and still needing an apron, she stewed for some time, then cut from the only scrap large enough, a nice, fat heart, put red bias tape around it, patched the hole, and sewed the bottom part of the heart over the patch to form a pocket. <BR/><BR/>Mind, it hardly sat in a usual spot for pockets, but maybe somewhere another decorative pocket just off center and a little high could possibly have been in fashion. "It looks even better than I'd planned," Mother told me. <BR/><BR/>Though I may have learned a lesson, I still felt a certain pride whenever Mother wore that 'heart' apron.Anna Arnetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09882034663742937010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723124266752750306.post-5947664444878536082008-02-11T08:18:00.000-07:002008-02-11T08:18:00.000-07:00I hate to cook; so the apron that someone gave us ...I hate to cook; so the apron that someone gave us remained a decorative object on our pantry until this weekend. My niece who lives with us right now for school has declared an interest in cooking; and the first thing she did was put on the apron. All I could think was finally the poor thing gets to serve its purpose.Terri Wagnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06905158157291602809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723124266752750306.post-30663962111128081762008-02-10T15:27:00.000-07:002008-02-10T15:27:00.000-07:00You're welcome. We can start an apron revolution, ...You're welcome. We can start an apron revolution, yes?<BR/><BR/>How poignant that your grandmother best loved and used the apron with the hand prints. Good for you, Kari!Marsha Wardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15389060049107102815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723124266752750306.post-34176146421788346692008-02-10T15:17:00.000-07:002008-02-10T15:17:00.000-07:00Marsha, I have come to be a faithful wearer of apr...Marsha, I have come to be a faithful wearer of aprons. I don't know why it took me so long to discover them. My shirts sure last a lot longer and my chores get done quicker. I wear aprons with big pockets so that as I clean and come across small items that need to be put in their place, I just hold them in the pocket until I get to that room. No more putting something away and getting distracted by the cleaning that needs to be done in that room...and then not getting any rooms cleaned! Aprons can make a statement too. I made aprons with the kid's hand prints for my Grandma. When she passed away, I was given her aprons. The one with the most wear was the one with the hand prints. It made me shed tears of joy. You know what! I think I am going to make aprons for my family this year. Thanks Marsha!Kari Pikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13855609339118198399noreply@blogger.com