More than 2 years ago I made myself this smock from a thrifted sheet. I loved that smock.
And I wore that smock to death.
So earlier this summer I bought myself new fabric to make myself a new apron. I had grand plans of mama sized smock of a different sort. I drafted a pattern, I measured two and three times. And finally last week I cut it out.
And it totally did.not.work.
I loved the feedsack reproduction fabric way too much to give up though, so I did a modified version of the first smock with what I could salvage from the mess.
(It's blowing in the FREEZING cold wind there, but you get the idea.)
I added a pocket this time too.
Way more fun than all the ripping of stitches involved in making this thing was Jack locking me outside in the FREEZING cold when I went out to take these pictures.
Smockin' good times indeed.