Chicken scratch

Among the piles of fabric we pulled out of my mother's closet shelves were some aprons in various stages of finishing. One was completely done, one had the embroidery done but wasn't sewn together, one had the embroidery about half done, and one had no embroidery at all, it was just the pieces cut out. Hmm, four aprons.  So I brought them home and finished them all up, and then sent one to each of my daughters so they could have an apron that grandma made.  The one that I did all the embroidery on, I kept for myself.  That way I don't feel guilty wearing it in the kitchen, since I just made it myself. I wonder if my daughters will ever wear theirs.

I have a red cross-stiched apron in my cedar chest that my mother made.  Many years ago she made it for a neighbor up the street.  That neighbor, June Sumsion, kept it in her cedar chest until after my mother died, and then she gave it to me. See, I can't wear that one in the kitchen, because it might get dirty, and it's an heirloom now.