An Apron

 

Several weeks ago I sat down in my sewing room, cut out some fabric and finally stitched myself an apron that I was supposed to make nearly five years ago.  The reason it took me so long to make this apron had nothing to do with procrastination and everything to do with my heart.

 

My bestie was in the throes of battling ovarian cancer.  She had had surgery and was two years in with chemotherapy as she was hoping to be one of the few that would beat this awful diagnosis.  On my birthday she wrapped up and gave me a piece of fabric that she knew I would love because it had chickens on it.

 

With tears she apologized and explained that she had wanted to sew me an apron with that fabric but as my birthday was approaching she had to concede that it just wasn’t going to happen.  As much as she loved to sew she didn’t have the strength to make the apron and she hoped I would enjoy at least having the fabric to make my own.

 

I put it in my sewing room until I was able to get to the fabric store and buy a pattern.  Once I had the pattern the fabric continued to sit as life took over.  Three years ago at the end of June her fight ended and I lost my dear, sweet, wonderful friend.  I miss her and think of her all the time.

 

As the third anniversary of her death approached I went into my sewing room and I made that damned apron.  And I shed a few tears and remembered her as I did it.  I knew it would be a very emotional task to complete and it was.  It is why I put it off for so long.

 

But now I have this lovely apron with chickens all over it and every time I see it hanging in my kitchen and wear it it makes me smile.  And I know she is no longer up there looking down wanting to kick me in the butt for not getting it made.  Now she too can smile while I put it to good use.  I love you my friend.  I wish you were still here.