After the "accident" Tuesday, I needed to make sure my machine was okay, so I made the"Two-Tone Apron" from Bernina's website yesterday. It was really a quickie, which I enjoy doing! And to make it even better I used my stash for it. Aprons are sure making a comeback. I'm pretty sloppy in the kitchen, and always grabbing towels, so I plan on wearing them more often! Our grandmothers would certainly be happy. I love the following poem and I'm not sure who wrote it, but I really agree with it.
When I used to visit Grandma. I was very much impressed
by her all-purpose apron, and the power it possessed.
For Grandma, it was everyday to choose one when she dressed.
The strings were tied and freshly washed, and maybe even pressed.
The simple apron that it was, you would never think about;
the things she used it for, that made it look worn out.
She used it for a basket, when she gathered up the eggs,
and flapped it as a weapon, when hens pecked her feet and legs.
She used it to carry kindling when she stoked the kitchen fire.
And to hold a load of laundry, or to wipe the clothesline wire.
She used it for a hot pad, to remove a steaming pan,
and when her brow was heated, she used it for a fan.
It dried our childish tears, when we'd scrape a knee and cry,
and made a hiding place when the little ones were shy.
Farm produce took in season, in the summer, spring and fall,
found its way into the kitchen from Grandma's carry all.
When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest.
I'm sure the apron she chose that day, was her Sunday best.
The machine was fine but I am pretty stiff yet, so taking everyone's advice and going to get checked out by my doctor. Better to be safe than sorry.