I got the batting and backing on “Aprons” today, but once I hung it I found that all the aprons threw it off. Because of the pleats in the aprons, it bunched up in odd places, was lumpy and uneven. So I got my stool and pin cushion and started pinning.
I felt like a tailor fitting a dress. I’ve never seen a professional tailor at work in person, only in the movies. I have a black and white image in my head of a man holding pins in his mouth folding and pinning hems, pulling at waists and shoulders. The tailor is highly regarded, a master at his craft. So serious and good at what he does it is a pleasure to watch him work.
Then the image is in technicolor. There is a girl in a dress that hangs to the middle of her shins. She’s standing on a stool and a woman, her mother, is holding pins in her mouth and asking the girl to turn as she hems the skirt. Being a teenager, the girl is whining about something and her mother is just as annoyed as she is.
So I pinned the pleats of the aprons and pulled the stitches from the bottom of the quilt and hemmed it so the fabric fell flat.
I was the tailor and the mother.