Spring is Fickle - Apron Giveaway

WINNER!!! - Dear Friend Donna has won the apron - she had three answers correct. Another Dear Friend also had three correct, so I decided to use the early-bird-worm thing as a tie breaker. Donna got her answers here the very first - even though it doesn't look like it in the comment box - so she gets the apron! Best I could think to do! Answers below next to the numbers - click the names if you want to see what the plant will look like when full grown. Thanks for playing - it's going to get down to 26 tonight, so Lady Spring has moved on ...for a while!

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Wow! The warm weather that Kate was waiting for is finally here!  It's 74 degrees as I sit here typing with THE WINDOWS OPEN!!!  Spring is not my favorite season, because it's so fickle, as Hessie Mayhew tells us via Jan Karon. It pulls back, after sucking me right in, and the snow freezes everything that sprouted in the warmth - Major Bummer that hits me every year. JFTR, I prefer fall.

But, right now, I'm in the spring mood, and My Dear Husband and I have had our first garden walk! We "Tour the Gardens" like we live on an English estate, pretending that someone ELSE grubs out the weeds, while crooking our baby fingers and sipping tea. (OK, he doesn't crook his finger or sip tea.) 

I ran and got the camera and took the first season's photos - thought it might make a fun game! The prize (!) will be this Red Dogwood Apron made from a vintage tablecloth corner - this pattern is one of my favorites. The waist tie is made from polyester grosgrain ribbon, the red blossoms are embellished with matching red buttons, and of course, there is a black button hidden somewhere on the apron - our trademark.

(This is one of the aprons that I'd like to put in the Etsy shop I plan to open soon...)

See how many of these perennial sprouts you can identify! I tried to take the photo so that it included the habit of the dead plant, which could help you identify the new growth! The person with the most correct wins!  Game ends on Wednesday!

#1 - Columbine

#2  Iris

#3  Shasta Daisy

#4  Clematis

#5  Poppy

#6  Daylily

#7  Daffodils

Revelation

OH!!!  I didn't know how to see the comments!!!  Just thought I was out there posting for myself when My Dear Husband told me that he had left a comment for me on the Eyebrows.  That got me started trying to find it - AND I DID!  How much fun to read all your thoughts!  Thanks!  Not sure how to respond to them really...more learning required, I guess.  Be patient - I'll get it eventually!

1985 APRON - Confession:  I did sadly wonder why no one wanted it when I do think it's so adorable, myself.  Of course, I'm biased.  Krissy left the best story on her 1985. Here it is:

In 1985 I was 4 years old and big things were happening.(haha)Mom had Donnie, whom I carefully named Toto and then dressed like a girl. We moved into a new house where one of the most impressive things was the steps: we could slide down the banister over and over like our own playground indoors and more importantly at night you could sit at the top and watch the reflection of the TV off the window on the landing!! great stuff. 

Thanks, Krissy!  Love the nickname for Donnie - I'll have to try to remember to use that on him, just once, though.  I'll mail the apron to you this week!  Should I try another give away?

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1985

What were you doing in 1985?  I was enjoying my first year of college, feeling like a humble freshman again, after having been a mighty high school senior - hahaha.  MDHusband and I were still enjoying each other's company as 'particular friends'. We went everywhere and did everything together - so much freedom back then!  In 1985, I thought I was going to be a social worker (more hahaha).  I was in the middle of a practicum in the bottoms of Covington at a neighborhood help center.  This experience proved to me that I was NOT a social worker in the making!  The suffering of the people, yes, just in downtown Covington - it was too heavy for me.  The callousness of the employees was the harsh necessity that convinced me to change my major.  In 1985, I was 19 and completely unaware of all that life would bring.  Wow.  Now I'm 42, and someday, as an old woman, I wonder if I'll look back and say the same thing. (rickety-wobbly voice) "I was only 42 and completely unaware of all life would bring!"  I probably won't remember 1985 at all by then, but I certainly will remember 2008.

This is my vintage 1985 apron, made with a wall calendar/dishtowel and grosgrain ribbon. My mom and I make them for sale.  We call them Black Button Aprons and hide a black button on each apron. You can see the black button in this photo pretty clearly. If 1985 is special to you, you can have it!  Just let me know why 1985 was special for you in the comments.