apron of the week (3)

This is an apron from my great grandmother. She lived with us while she was in her 90's. Her name was Daisy, doesn't that alone make you love her? I wish I was more appreciative of her, as kids my five siblings and I treated her as a museum artifact, our friends always marveled at how old she was. One summer during dinner she bit into a tomato and the seeds sprayed out onto my grandmother's arm. My sister and I laughed until we couldn't breathe. This is what I remember about her. It's too easy to look back now and wish I had been more dutiful to her. If you have a great grandmother or grandmother hug them from me!