My mom's mom, my MomMom (try saying that fast), died 7 years ago, the summer after I got married. My wedding was the last one that our entire family attended, which is a bittersweet memory. One thing I somehow acquired after MomMom's death was an apron of hers.
I wish I knew more about it, like whether or not she made it, or who it came from. I kind of remember her wearing it, but she wore a lot of aprons. I wanted this apron because I've always liked aprons, and enjoyed the idea of wearing something of my grandmother's. It has a classic gingham fabric that is stitched together by hand.
And I'm sure it wrapped around her small waist a lot better than my large one!
Below is a detail of the wrong side of the apron, with all of those tiny stitches, both perfect and imperfect. I'm amazed that women made things like this, all while scrubbing laundry on washboards and minding children simulateously. I can barely wash a sinkful of dishes each day.
And if you'd like to win a future, usable heirloom, head over to The Apron Goddess to enter to win a cute apron from The Handmaiden's Cottage. Of course I couldn't resist entering!
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