The washing machine ate my apron.

Bunny apron before

 My daughter asked for an apron to wear when washing dishes while on her job as a nanny. I made one for her out of a whimsical bunny print, which would appeal to her small charge. One day her employer added it to a load of laundry, probably with the thought of doing a simple favor. Unfortunately, when the apron came out of the wash its look wasn't improved but instead emerged much worse for the experience - the washing machine had grabbed onto that apron and mangled it. Rip, tear, shred and it was no longer wearable.

She brought it home, I hung it in the laundry room and promptly forgot about it until I found myself in a mood to take care of the incomplete apron odds and ends. Remembering my daughter's apron, I found it amongst other, older aprons and took a closer look at the damage that was done. I realized how simple it would be to fix and that it was definitely not worth the long period of procrastination. It was a matter of ripping out the stitches holding the torn binding to the apron, finding new matching binding and sewing away. It was finished in a few short minutes, ironed and ready to report to work once again.

It felt good to have finally put that repair behind me and was grateful for the easy fix that it was.  

Bunny apron after