I think that being a sewer makes me appreciate handmade gifts all the more. When I know the time and effort that someone put into making something just for me, I feel extra special. Not that I don't love store-bought gifts as well (I think it's safe to say that I love ALL types of gifts!), but I really believe in the old cliche that it's the thought that counts.
Joel's sister drew (okay, it's much more systematical that that) our names for Christmas this year and I was so excited to open their gifts to us. She was so thoughtful and made Joel and I aprons, and gave the boys a kids cookbook and fun utensils that they love. She had a plan to make Wyatt and Weston aprons too, until I unknowingly foiled her plans. I guess great minds think alike -- I wonder how many cliches I could fit in one post? Don't worry, that'll be the last one :).
She made me this apron without knowing that I had been eyeing one just like it, but it was a project I knew would not happen for at least a LONG while, if ever.
Isn't it cute? She used this tutorial, and even used some of my favorite fabrics. I couldn't love it more. It's so nice to feel all dressed up while I'm in the kitchen, I hate taking it off!