Malabar farms and an 18th century shift

Spent Memorial Day weekend in Ohio with some friends. We took in some local sites, had some good food, and enjoyed each other's company. 

I also finally finished this 18th century shift, which I may or may not have started during the pandemic, and also made the mistake of not recording the measurements of before I sewed the pieces together. The last one I made was a complete disaster - I was following the instructions from a reputable tutorial. Despite my measurements being the same as the person leading the tutorial, it did not fit. At all. This one, which a friend helped me measure out, actually fits my body appropriately. 

Saucy

Apple season is more or less over now. Picking, anyway. My friend and I went picking a few weeks ago and decided that a half a peck per person, minimum, sounded too small. So we went with the full peck each. And then I had the genius idea to get half a bushel of seconds just for apple sauce, because that was infinitely less expensive than getting a bushel of the pretty ones straight off the tree. 

Ha. About that.

We did the next logical thing when you have almost a bushel of apples. We made sauce. And butter. It was her first time. 

We also made pie. Because that's what you do when you have almost a bushel of apples and there's vanilla ice cream in the freezer. 

Mmm, pie.