My new apron

It was a fitful night. I suppose I should've known better than to spend time poring over old Anthropologie catalogs and this gorgeous blog while in bed, but suffice to say it was a bad idea. My brain was filled with beautiful and irresistible visions of things to sew, and no matter how many times I rolled over, no matter how many times I let my mouth fall open and made peace with the puddle of drool on my pillow, I still couldn't sleep. The fitfulness culminated with the two-am decision that I absolutely could not let the sun go down on another day without finishing my Emmeline apron, the pattern for which has been sitting in my craft room since last November.

So. This was the only possible course of action. To absolutely haul through the project, from pressing the pattern pieces to clipping the last pesky threads, and to not rest until I could tie it on. I was a driven woman, head bent to my mission, squinting at that shiny needlepoint.

In retrospect, I would say: do not try this at home. This is not a one-day project. Though it is, emphatically, the absolute most adorable apron I have ever worn (or will ever wear), and despite the fact that I now look cuter in my kitchen than I do in any other room of our house... well, it was still a godawful lot of work. I should not have rushed it. I should've let myself be calm and meditative, not driven.

But damnit, sometimes enough is enough. Sometimes you've just let an unfinished project linger so long it shows up and proceeds to drive you out of your mind at two am.

Well, I've put it to rest now. Whew. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to don a very adorable apron and make me some borscht.