Today Quilting Bebbs shared a photo of gingham check fabric she had just purchased. Her picture brought back a flood of memories to me.
When I was a little girl, I would spend time during holiday and summer breaks at my grandma's house. During those visits, I would fill my time with all the pursuits of Grandma's day. We would often walk to the neighborhood dime store where Grandma would purchase yards of gingham check fabric in a variety of colors.
The purpose of the purchase was to make aprons with the sewing circle at her church. They donated the items to the church bazaar held each November as their fundraiser. The ladies met every Thursday morning at 10 a.m. to work on a variety of projects and then sit together and enjoy their sack lunch.
Oh those ladies with such exotic sounding names - Beatrice, Juanita, Eunice, Bertha, Stella, Frieda. Nothing like the Patty's, Susie's and Nancy's that I went to school with. Each lady seemed to have a particular specialty that she brought to the group. Grandma's was the gingham aprons and flour sack dish towels embroidery or applique and bound in store-bought bias tape.
I never once saw a pattern for the apron. Armed with one yard of 36" wide gingham, Grandma would count out a specified number of squares and RIP - there's the waist band. Another count, another RIP - pockets. Next the ties - leaving the skirt of the apron. No fuss, no muss, no scissors.
She used 3 strands of DMC floss for the cross stitch. (To this day, when I split floss I put the portion not threaded in my needle around my neck - it never gets lost.) Sometimes a plain 'x' in rows all across the hem, the pockets and waistband was stitched. Other times the fancier 'chicken scratch' pattern was done. Then the apron was sewn together on the sewing machine and finally starched within an inch of it's life.
You can see this apron, even today after many washings, can still practically stand on it's own like a little soldier.A close-up of the 'chicken scratch' stitch.
Much to the deep disappointment of Grandma and Mom, I could never be enticed to wear an apron (it is just more girly than I want to be) I treasure this piece - made by Grandma and worn by Mom and forever loved by me.
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