One For Me.

 Dramatically lit garage-floor photo of new apron in stain-removal moment

I have made approximately 8200 aprons to date. For my friends. And my family. And friends of friends. And such, etc. etc. 

I have, to date, made one sad little un-lined apron for myself--one that crinkles into a mass of ugly whenever I wash it. It's shrivelyy, actually. Very sad. (Oh--and I made another for myself with my little sister at thanksgivingtime that's a sassy little vintage half-style number.) But no good full coverage aprons. And nothing that is Quite It yet for me.

So as a means of calming my inner wiener dog on the day that about 20 former writing students were coming to dinner, I made myself one.

It is a lovely little standard-white-duck-ish full apron that I traced from a crummy, stained one in my drawer. It has a sparkly (emotionally sparkly, not gold-flecked) yellow fat-squared gingham lining; a pocket from a potholder I found more than a year ago and have been hoarding, waiting for the right moment; 

a piece of polyester binding on the pocket from the same swatch I made Baby Pumpkinhead's first polyester dress from; and black and white gingham lining for the big pocket.

 See below for explanation of monster spaghetti sauce stains on said brand new apron

High five to myself.

This photo, apparently blurred by my lame-ish camera for ultimate dramatic effect. So effective.

And also, high five to my students who showed up and ate a truckload of spaghetti and were gracious and smiley and all-around wonderful and who made me want to have them to dinner every sunday and fill them up and send them out the door groaning-ly full. High five to them too.

 Pioneer Woman's Artichoke Dip foregrounded; Students lounging backgrounded. 

 Riley is finally full.

 Aldo isn't. Yet. (I believe he had to be carried to the car later, though, from over-consumption of spaghetti.)  

Comments

[Angela]

That's cool that had your students over for dinner. Teenagers are so fun. Are you a high school teacher? I'm a bad judge of age when kids are older than 10.

[puttermeister]

AWESOME. Those are the happiest students ever.

[--ginger.]

Actually, I get to teach college freshmen.

[Sunshine]

SOOO fun! What lucky students to get to eat your spaghetti!