Pieces of old sweatshirts, a few rags, and a bit of ribbon, touched by the well-worn wand of my fairy godmother, re-imagine themselves into a snuggly pair of arm-warmers. They surely whisper of fairy tale dresses I dreamt of once upon a time.
This country gal’s apron is begging to cook up some blue ribbon recipes. She reminds me of my grandma’s farm kitchen and the mysterious feasts of things like beets and garden greens she cooked up there, followed by a never ending supply of banana splits and more ice cream than a grandchild could ever eat alone (which was good, because us grandkids numbered in the double digits).
“Go ahead,” this wholesome apron promises, “Dig in and get good and messy, I’ll keep you safe.”
She stitched herself up from an old pair of jeans and some patchy pajama pants, (very) loosely based on this free pattern from Burda.