I've noticed a recent proliferation of apron posts spreading across blogland and can resist no longer. About 15 years ago, I stumbled upon the estate sale of a seamstress who had sewn and stockpiled a bunch of classic cotton aprons, all trimmed with the requisite rickrack. Made of wonderful 40s and 50s prints, I scooped them all up with the intention of using the fabric in quilts. But when scissors met cloth, I didn't have the heart to disassemble more than a few. Several have sat, folded and pristine, in my stash. And several have gotten heavy use over the years. (Molly's friends often had a chuckle on sleepover mornings when they'd come down to the kitchen to find M making his fried eggs, protected by some wild, floral creation.)
When I visited Japan for the first time 10 years ago, it was hard not to notice the aprons. They were everywhere...on my hosts, featured on mannequins in store displays and donned by every housewife I glimpsed in my wanderings through city back street neighborhoods. So when I came across this book in Nagoya, I snatched it up!
These are just a sampling of the 34 aprons patterns, not to mention several potholder and placemat instructions that are included as well. I didn't notice this book when I was in Japan recently, but I did see others in the series so I expect it's still available.
On a personal note, today's our 30th anniversary. Wow...where did that time go? We met in high school and got married two weeks after our college graduations. M's generous to a fault, the best Dad ever and about the most patient person I know. The family often jokes about how he's (uncomplainingly) spent half of his life waiting for me outside shops and museums around the world.
To top it off, he's never once in all these years asked, "Don't you think you have enough fabric?" I'd call that a match made in heaven!