No. 325 Artisan Apron in Rust Waxed Canvas

I begin every workday with the ritual of putting on my apron. Its pockets contain my awl, a measuring tape, a metal ruler, a folded rag for leaky machines, a tailor crayon, a pencil, and my favorite wood-handled screwdriver. My apron has saved my clothing from spills and smudges that would have otherwise decommissioned them to shop rags. I think about all the people who make and maintain things: bakers, gardeners, woodworkers, cobblers, baristas, potters, sculptors, mechanics, chefs, and tinkerers. In admiration, I designed my Artifact aprons with all of you in mind. I begin every workday with the ritual of putting on my apron. Its pockets contain my awl, a measuring tape, a metal ruler, a folded rag for leaky machines, a tailor crayon, a pencil, and my favorite wood-handled screwdriver. My apron has saved my clothing from spills and smudges that would have otherwise decommissioned them to shop rags. I think about all the people who make and maintain things: bakers, gardeners, woodworkers, cobblers, baristas, potters, sculptors, mechanics, chefs, and tinkerers. In admiration, I designed my Artifact aprons with all of you in mind.