Brides Wedding Aprons

 

I am about to make more Brides Wedding Aprons. We had hoped for a rather lavish wedding photo shoot but now a simple bride with pretty flowers in gorgeous Vermont scenery will do. My issue becomes the wedding dress the model wears. I long to make gowns and miss making them so badly. I tell myself the apron is the focus, not the gown, any gown that is white and pretty would do….. check Salvation Army, used clothing shops, Craigslist. Don’t wrap up your time in making a wedding gown!…..*sigh*… my imagination runs in so many directions and the gown in my mind is beautiful, distinctive and lavish. Maybe I have ADD. It’s not wedding gowns, it’s about Aprons, Susannah! Aprons!

Here’s the photo of our traditional Brides Wedding Apron, upon which we intend to expand.

Brides Wedding Apron

I suppose I could make the apron look like the front of a gown….(she says, compromising with self)

Making a new Apron design

I live at the cutting table. Its mess is a reflection of the workings of my mind. Its layers speak to me alone and form a language only I understand…. another designer may be able to come in and pick out enough of that language that they would understand… or maybe not.

My Work Table

I know I want to work in trees and that the lime looks like a perfect compliment, so I keep it on hand.

Mary, The Dress Form

Finally I drape my choices onto her to mimic what I am about to sew. I am happy with my decisions and I love how everything  looks under the skylight. I love how the sun and shade dance over everything, like deep in a forest.

Mary tries on the Woodland Apron

The dress form and I are best friends. She holds my designs as best she can and demonstrates what it will look like on a person. I love her. Sadly, I spend more time with her than anyone alive. She holds the pieces I have cut, just to fit her. I can’t decide on the lime or graphic brown and white for the waistband. She holds my choices while I sip coffee and decide.

  She is so patient with me and never seems to tire.

Woodland Apron

Even once I am done, I long for the lime print and ache for a place for it to reside. A large bow on the head would present so dramatically. Lovely, here in the studio, but I hardly perceive anyone cleaning with a lime print perched theatrically upon their head. I could be wrong. It has happened.

Joy and Peace, Susannah

Running

Vermont is warming and I’m drawn to the dirt road where I use to run each day. I worked so hard for the last decade, I am no longer physicaly what I hoped to be. Runnning use to free me from the days stress. Vermont is a beautiful place to run.
~Susannah

The mind churns

The Gardening season has begun, an entire month earlier than usual. I begin each year by raking the remnants of the snow plow off my lawn’s edge, the goal is for this first step to take place on Earth Day. This year it was completed 4 weeks early in late March.Incredible to gain an extra month of Gardening. I look forward to what other surprises might come. In the meantime I play with ideas for new Gardening Aprons. As I begin my summer yard and garden work, I ask myself, what new Gardening Apron would help me?

~Susannah

Fat Girls

I make Plus Size Aprons. I really want to call the line Fat Girls. I think it gives power to the term, as if to say “Here I am, I’m not going anywhere.” My fear is that few people will follow my thinking. So until I feel otherwise, we use the lame term “Plus Size”.
When people follow your new idea, its called revolution. When they don’t follow you, its called, odd man out.