There is a sewing machine in my home with a pedal worn smooth from years of use.

I am now in my 70's and for fifteen years, I have sat at that machine cutting fabric across my dining room table, laying out patterns, pressing seams, and guiding every stitch by hand.

Every apron you see here has passed through my hands — from the first cut of fabric to the final thread clipped loose. Each apron is built slowly, deliberately, the way they were when kitchens were the center of the home.

Let me sew you a piece of the past.