The second apron I’m sharing for Adriane’s apronalong is this cheerful number.
She is the last of her kind, a public school home ec sewing project, which I proudly presented to my mother as a gift sometime during my middle school years. I was in the last class to have home ec at my school. I wonder whatever became of that large classroom equipped with ovens, stoves, sinks, and fridges.
To this day I am proud of the straight stitches, the carefully selected thread to match the fabric, the sunny disposition capture by the print, the reversible design. I could go on.
While snapping a few quick pictures of it for your viewing pleasure, I tried to think of other classes that provided such tangible life skills. For the most part I enjoyed school, I was not particularly thrilled with homework and honestly usually didn’t do it, but I listened and learned in the classroom. Most of my undergrad college courses had less applicable value than this humble elective.
Middle school is supposedly a high drama, stressful time of life, a time when you later look back and think “oh man, I’m glad I’m not like that anymore”, but this wasn’t the case for me. I don’t know why, but I didn’t weather a storm of self identity crisis. I’ve always been me and my late 20’s self is just as pleased with what this apron has to say as my preteen self was.
I don’t remember much about my home ec teacher but I recall she was soft spoken, consistent, and valued what she taught. I’m sure she would be pleased to know this apron has held up to messy days in the kitchen.