Back in the days when I was growing up girls were usually taught sewing; we learned how to sew from our mothers and grandmothers, and later on in Home Economics classes in High School. Our initial projects were typically quite simple, pillows, aprons and such. My mother wore a cover-up apron everyday as she worked in the kitchen preparing meals and cleaning up, and it was a matter of great pride when I acquired the skills to make her a pretty apron bound neatly in pink bias tape - her favorite color. When that apron wore out I made her another from the same pattern, and then another. I kept my mother in hand-sewn aprons for the remainder of her years. How I wish she was still standing there in her kitchen wearing her apron while preparing our meals with love.