After the Vancouver workshop, I was overtly obsessed with magic potion and leaves. While I have experimented with fabric, leaves and a cauldron before, my products did not have a purpose. That has changed now. I will use them in some way eventually.
I started the apron the same night I added vinegar to my rusty railroad spikes. I watched each lesson many times into the wee hours and spent parts of every day stitching and planning.
I didn’t bundle up the cloth, I used a magic potion blanket with parchment paper as a barrier. I placed leaves on the back of the shirt, outside facing up, and placed a weak blanket of potion on an old sheet. I then laid down parchment and added more leaves to the parchment, and another weak blanket before folding the two front shirt pieces on top. I rolled it up in a towel, tightly and tied it up. I boiled it for 50 minutes. The pink tone is a vine called Swedish Ivy, a type of plectranthus from the family laminacae. It prints well when it is isolated but just bleeds into the mix shapelessly without a barrier.
I created 4 pockets from the sleeves of the shirt and 2 from the sleeves of an old moth eaten white lambs wool sweater. I love the idea of printing a sweater and decided to practice. Not wanting to waste the materials and the effort, I stitched them on.
I did not add embroidery as I added length to this apron by using a heavily embroidered linen table cloth that had disintegrated at the fold lines.
I may still add a trinket line.
The whole exercise was a wondrously joyful experience. I have already carved up a second shirt, this one in linen. Now that I understand the architecture of this garment, I need to make another focussing on different elements of the cloth and adding my own embroidery. I am extending the length with 2 old discoloured very heavy French linen hand towels. They are beautiful edged with drawn thread work and have a thick embroidered monogram. I have collected a lot of beautiful old linen cloths over the years as well as a large supply of crochet, knit and tatting lace. I think of the women who stitched these treasures years before. I will wear their work with love.