No Warning Farm


I texted this photo to LB and Andrea today, with the note that "to keep my mind off disease and financial collapse, I sewed an apron for the commercial kitchen." The coronavirus has sucked the life out of all of us and this project had a duel purpose: to give me a mindful activity and to make a positive, hopeful statement: There is going to be a day when we will all gather again, hungry for community and laughter and hugs and group conversation around fire pits and gin and tonics on the river and communal tomato processing and I am going to be ready with chic aprons for all.

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