I found myself reaching for the same smock over and over. I found myself waiting at the dryer, popping it on warm and the right amount of wrinkly. It is my Goldilocks smock, just right.
And so I made three more. The oil lamp fabric hails from my Mom's stash, tucked in a trunk in the barn.
The hem is slightly curved in the front and the back.
The yoke provides an opportunity for a feature fabric. This one was clipped from a vintage apron.
This yoke is cut from a fat quarter I picked up on vacation in Maine. Sleeves rolled because that's the way I roll.
I try hard to not overthink when pairing fabrics. Some questions I ask myself: If someone else paired these fabrics would the combination make me smile? Is there an element of the unexpected? I love a surprise. Is there a story to the fabric or uncomplicated charm? I believe these are the design elements that help me to look like me: A little bit Becky Home Ec-ky, not ironically, but instead in reverence to her.