Apron or art
Last Christmas, I made aprons for two of my best friends. M wears hers all the time, but the one I made for C hangs from a hook in her kitchen.
I was very particular about picking fabrics for her apron. Her kitchen is decorated in black and red, and she and her husband adorn their Christmas tree each year with red heart ornaments.
I made the apron out of cotton fabric, and it’s durable and machine-washable, so I was really hoping she would use it. But she says she’s afraid that she’ll get it dirty or ruin it.
I would love if she decided to use it, but to be honest, I’m rather honored that she’s chosen to display it like a piece of art instead. It’s interesting how differently people treat handmade items.
She also has a fragile, worn, very old quilt that her grandmother made. It’s so thin and delicate that it seems like it could crumble, but it’s actually held up quite well over the years.
Say hi to Arnie! (Was I supposed to let the dog on the delicate antique quilt? Could you say no to that face?)