*fortyone 11.29.11

I am still making aprons.
There are just a few more days in between them!
I was quite distracted my my cute lil niece and nephew when I was in MN.

This is the last apron I made in Minnesota.
I am now back in Alabama at Nomads Land.

This one was made for my dear friend Lana.
Lana and I have been friends for somewhere around 10 years.

We lived together in a wonderful community house for a few years.
Good times.

Then after we both got married, Nigel and I lived in our bus in their backyard.
Good times.

This is the second apron I have made for Lana over the course of our friend ship.

The first one was during her "brown and blue" phase.
It was brown with blue flowers.
          When I gave it to her she laughed and said she had just bought the same exact fabric!

This is my first ruffle apron.
Ruffles take a long time!
There must be a trick I dont know about.
But they sure are cute!

*forty 11.19.11

We are staying with my sister and her family at the moment.
I have a little sewing space set up in the basement.
When I sew my niece comes down with me and "plays buttons."

She loves it!
I give her a cup full of my buttons and she has so much fun.

I find myself wondering if she will remember this button business when she grows up.

I have a memory of brushing my Grandmas hair when I was a little girl.
I can remember her sitting on the floor in the living room.
I can remember the silver brush that was kept on her dresser.
I can remember thinking it was pretty great to be brushing Grandmas hair.

I asked my Grandma about it the other day. She said it must have been when we lived with them for a time.
What?!
Who knew?
I was under 2.

Funny the things we remember.

This apron was made from the last pieces of both fabrics.
I cut and sewed and cut and sewed and finally got it looking like an apron.
It is double sided so you dont have to see all the stitching together of the pieces on the back.
Purple and pink and everything nice.

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*thirtynine 11.14.11

Apron making is a bit sporadic these days.
I have been working full time.
I am really missing making an apron everyday!
I have so many ideas.


I think I enjoy the rhythm of one apron a day.
Something creative to do each day.
Something I can finish in a day.
A project that drags on is one that I will never finish.

I started making a beaded curtain about  10 years ago.
I started off great.
6 strands or so in a few days.
I think I may have 7 strands done at this present moment.


An apron I can handle.

I went fabric shopping with my mom this past weekend.
I found some great deals and some great fabrics!
I am totally inspired.
There was only so much fabric I could fit into my suitcase when we came to MN from Alabama.

Teal with sparkly gold polka dots.
Red and gold damask.
With a little purple accent on the pocket.

These are the kind of rich colors I want to be surrounded with during a Minnesota winter.

*thirtyeight 11.12.11

These two aprons will go to my friend Lissa.
For her two beautiful twin girls.

Ah the stories I could tell about Lissa.
But then again
The stories she could tell about me!
We have known each other since our 7th grade German class.


We spent just about everyday together for years.
We were pretty strange girls.
I am sure that has all changed now.

The orange in this apron reminds me of Lissa.
We went through a phase once in high school where we tried to wear something orange everyday.
Socks.
Jeans.
A flannel shirt with a touch of orange.
Why?
Who knows!

We lived together for a couple years in our early 20's. One weeked we thought it would be a great idea to try to stay on our couches for the whole weekend!
We got some coolers full of food, a bunch of movies and started sitting.
It was great.
At first.
Our friends came over to visit. I think they thought it was boring cause they left.
Around 11pm we started to get a bit antsy.
Our roomate had gone to bed.
We crept out of the house so not to lose face if we got caught.
We went for a drive, who knows where.
Then crept back to our couches to spent the night, just as if we had never left.

My niece Adeline is the apron model today.
I had to bribe her with lip balm.

*thirtyseven 11.7.11

I've been thinking.
I spend the majority of the year living in a bus.
We are in a house maybe two months.

I like staying in a house.
I like having hot water to do the dishes without having to heat it up on the stove.
I like having a big sink that dishes actually fit in.
I like having a high pressure shower.

After a while of being in a house I start to miss the outdoors.
Living in a bus is kinda of like living outside.
If it is cold outside it is cold in the bus.

Being in a house in Minnesota in the winter is not like being outside.
That is a good thing.
But I still miss knowing what the temperature is outside when I wake up.

I also feel like I forget to look at the moon when I live in a house.
When we are on the road or out in the woods I know what stage the moon is in.
I follow its coming in and going out.

This apron just came together from different things I had in my fabric collection.
A piece of eyelet fabric.
An old table runner.
Some beautiful lace for the ties.
Walla!
An apron that scream vintage.
Thanks model Wendy.

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*thirtysix 11.6.2011

Owls remind me of New Zealand.
We have another home there.
It is a bus as well.
We also have an outdoor bathtub there.
It is a big ol cast iron set in the middle of some big high bushes.
It has a little camp stove under it to heat up the propane.

We tried once to heat it with wood but the smoke gets in your eyes.
Also it was much harder to get the temperature right.
It just kept cooking us.
No way to turn it off.
As it is you have to sit on these little wooden seats.
If you dont,
You will have a burnt bottom.

We use the bath late at night.
It being outside and everything.
The stars are always gorgeous.
Sometimes there is a big moon with the clouds racing across it.
Almost always there is the sound of Moreporks.
An owl that lives in New Zealand.
They call back a forth to each other.
It sounds like they are saying "More Pork."

I got the idea for this cute little apron from an owl pillow.
The wings are pockets!
The yellow is doubled up so you don't see all the stitching from the owl on the back.
Kid size of course. 

thirtyfive11.03.11

This apron may look slightly familiar.
It is the same fabric as thirtyfour.
I just like the combo so well I had to try it again.

Today was my first day sewing on my sisters machine.
After three flights from Birmingham
We are back in Minnesota.

Sewing on a machine that is not mine
is like driving someones car
or cooking in someones kitchen.

I know how to do it but it doesn't feel quite right.

Every time I went to lift up the foot my hand hit air.
The lever is in a different spot on my sisters machine.




We did a craft show today.
Homemade soap is my weakness.
There is always a soap vendor and I am always so tempted.
So I found a table stocked with yummy things from Body Bliss.
I smelled and I sniffed.
Everything smelled divine.
I finally settled on a bar of hair shampoo.
That is right a bar of shampoo.
I have never heard of such a thing but I am excited to go try it.