Groovy Cafe Aprons

Finally a new post! I know what you are saying! Sorry it has been a bit. These things take time something of which I seem to have less and less. Also, I finally have two new aprons finished. I designed and pieced these together while I was on my little adventure but did not actually sew them until today. All the elements have to be right before I sew you know. These are my groovy cafe aprons. I spotted the beads first which gave me inspiration and then looked for material to match. I placed 70's music in the CD player, turned it up loud and went to work. I think they turned out great!

I photographed these on my mannequin and while you can see the design and style great on this size 2 dummy, you really cannot get a good feel for the length and cut. Big I helped me by taking some shots of these cuties on my more voluptuous hips. Cafe aprons are supposed to be worn low. This is my favorite style and I feel quite sassy when wearing one. So eat your vegetables and do not make me whack your knuckles with the back of my wooden spoon.

These two aprons are for sale for $20.00 each. I am placing them here first to allow my readers first shot. If you are interested, e-mail me. I'll leave them up for a couple of weeks and then put them on Etsy. Even if you are not interested in purchasing one, at least leave me a comment and let me know what you think. Your opinion is valuable to me. Big C's girlfriend stopped by last evening and had a little fit over them. I can just see college girls waitressing in these can't you?

Thanks for reading, Rosie.

I Got My Spice Back

I'm Baaaaaaack! Sorry peeps for being away from my blog so long. I totally needed a break. I took a personal vacation and by that I mean --- I ran away from home alone for four days. For me personally, having an identity outside of being a wife, mother, daughter, teacher, sister, or librarian is extremely important. In the busyness of life, it is easy to lose your identity and forget who you are as an individual. In essence, I needed to find myself. I had began to notice I was never called by name....mom, hon, sis, uh, bark, Rosie.....what happened to Dana (which is my first name BTW). Dana had all but disappeared. Swallowed into the vortex of domestic bliss. Wrapped tightly in my winter cocoon. Anyway, I'm home! Refreshed, renewed, reinvigorated, recharged! You might say, "I got my spice back!" I have been distracted since my return by minor inconveniences that surfaced while I was away, but they seem to be taking care of themselves so no worries in that area. While gone, I was able to piece together a couple of cafe aprons. They are groovy and I'll be showing them just as soon as I get the finishing touches applied, so stay tuned.

Thanks for sticking with me and reading, Rosie.

Highlights Of My Escape!

Spring is in bloom and I am forevermore grateful! I thought it would never get here. The older I get the longer the winter becomes. It was nice to see the Bradford Pear trees in their spring glory. BEAU-TI-FUL!

Now before you look at this next picture please know it has been a loooooonnnngggg time since I've had a luxurious bubble bath. Do you think I got carried away? Just asking. For a while I thought the headlines in our local paper might read: "Abnormal woman found alone in rustic log cabin overtaken by bath bubbles. Hysterical shrieks of laughter was heard by the neighboring cabin who immediately contacted the front desk. When asked by housekeeping what the heck happened - all the woman could utter was - Uh, it's been along time since I've had a bubble bath. She was then handed a mop and bucket." When it got to the point I couldn't breath because the suds were higher than my head, I dug my way into the next room looking for my camera! Think about this scenario, what if I had slipped, fell and broke my ankle looking for the stupid camera. "Naked woman lying covered in a mountain of bubbles with broke ankle and camera found alone laughing hysterically in log cabin." And why exactly, I ask you, were my first thoughts of taking a picture? Maybe I've ate too much chocolate this week.

Who is this cutie? This would be Jadyn, my young old friend's adopted daughter from China. We had the opportunity to spend a little time together Sunday afternoon and it was delightful. This is one smart and charming three year old and for a split second my ovaries ached.

Cheese!

I've had the opportunity to put together some aprons too. Yes! I brought my sewing machine. I told you I'm abnormal. Haven't quite got them together yet, but will post them in a few days.

Thanks for reading, Rosie.

When Irish Eyes Are A Smilin'

I am daft. I completely forgot about it being St. Patrick's Day! No wonder people were staring at me today so bolding wearing PURPLE! I am out of the loop right now folks. Anyway, a big salute to my fellow Irishmen and my great-great grandfather Patrick Hagan who migrated from Ireland in 1944. You can read about him here. As a side note - Hagan Hall that is pictured in this old newspaper article has burned to the ground. How unfortunate we live among those who want to destroy history.

Top O' the evenin' to ya then! And Remember: "There are only three kind of men who can't understand women - young men, old men, and men of middle age."

Run Baby Run!

Rosie ran away from home for a few days! Be back soon.