I Finally Made An Apron

It isn't a ruffle apron in designer quilting cotton, like the ones that are all the rage now.

It was for my father-in-law (although Fleur modeled it for the photoshoot)

and I didn't think he could carry off ruffles.

I first saw this moustache print in a BBQ-towel and oven mitt manifestation on A Spoonful of Sugar and loved it. Such a glorious print - masculine without being camouflage/ rah-rah sports/ beer-belching/ blaze orange huntingy/ whatever. Not that my father-in-law is into any of these (he isn't). But he is a fine cook and he did have a moustache once upon a time. 

So I put moustaches everywhere. Like on the pocket.

Gotta love pockets. I don't know about the side ones, though. I'm still thinking I should've made them angular rather than scooped. I sew so infrequently for male bodies that it isn't instinctive for me what's masculine vs. feminine.  Somewhere in my mind, I think I've compartmentalized that with garment design,

 angles = masculine and 

curves = feminine.

But maybe that's stereotyping. And we wouldn't want the world reduced to that, would we?

Because then I would've had to make a mitered corner on the hem of the apron, which isn't anywhere as striking in bias gingham as a smooth curve.

And since I'd made an apron,

I thought it should have a pair of potholders to match.

Aaaaaand that's the sum total (number = 1) of masculine sewing (and quilting) for 2012!