I made this apron two months ago from a pillowcase that came from my grandma's house. It was my first successful, completed sewing project since I was eleven, and my first ever without my mom's help. I'm not really a sewer; straight lines don't come naturally to me. But I'm determined to learn. I hated it until I finished this project, and now I think it's pretty fun. I guess sometimes it takes a success to get me going. I'm now attempting a quilt, but no promises as to its prettiness!
At our house we call aprons 'naprons.' Once upon a time, aprons actually were called naprons, but through the process of metanalysis, "a napron" became "an apron." Ever since I learned that, I've called them naprons just to be silly.