"Just living is not enough," said the butterfly. "One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."

-Hans Christian Andersen

Thursday, April 19, 2012

I Wear Aprons

I grew up in a household with a mom who always put on an apron before she began to cook. My grandmother did the same, and I'm sure her mother had the same kitchen ritual...Aprons were a common piece of clothing during these times.  I wear aprons, but not everyday.  When I do put one on, it always makes me feel good in a feminine, comforting sort of way...Hard to explain.  Each time I put on an apron I ask myself why I don't wear them more often.  I enjoy cooking and baking so it's not for lack of time in my kitchen.  I think it's because the aprons that I choose are more pretty than they are utilitarian.  Like this new one I purchased a couple of weeks ago.

I love the colour, the embroidery, and the cotton lace trim.  How could I not purchase this?

Webster defines an apron as a garment used to protect clothing or adorn a costume.  This one is destined to protect and adorn my summer wear which is usually leggings or crop pants with summer knit tees.
If you'd like to read about all things apron, there's a periodical called Apron-ology by Stampington that will surely inspire you to give the apron another look or bring out your stash of aprons and start enjoying them.
In honour of  days gone by, here's a poem that speaks of the apron performing it's most recognizable and memorable duties.

"Grandma's Apron"

When I used to visit Grandma, I was very much impressed,
by her all-purpose apron, and the power it possessed.
For Grandma, it was everyday to choose one when she dressed.
The strings were tied and freshly washed and maybe even pressed.
The simple apron that it was, you would never think about;
the things she used it for, that made it look worn out.
She used it for a hot pad, to remove a steaming pan,
and when her brow was heated, she used it as a fan.
It dried our childish tears, when we'd scrape a knee and cry,
and made a hiding place when the little ones were shy.
Farm produce took in season, in the summer, spring, and fall,
found its way into the kitchen from Grandma's carry all.
When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest.
I'm sure the apron she chose that day, was her Sunday Best.

(author unkown)

Thanks for visiting...Until next time, have a blessed and happy day.


Marina said...

Beautiful apron. I love the poem, reminded me of my grandmother who I loved very much...

Jann Olson said...

Vee, love this cheery yellow apron. Guess what? Yes, I collect aprons too. lol! I have a picture of my Aunt Viola in an apron and pearls. Priceless! I love that poem!

Shelia said...

That's a very pretty apron! My mother always wore apron.
Lovely poem too.
Be a sweetie,
Shelia ;)

becktovintage said...

Dear friend, Your apron is wonderful. I like the soft color and lace very much. And I must say that thank you for sharing apron-ology website. I visited the site. Wonderful aprons. I ll try to sew.Thank you very much and have a happy weekend...

Anonymous said...

Vee I LOVE the fabric of this apron! I think you could wear this any wear not just the kitchen! How cute this would be to wear with a darling little jumper dress.

Red Rose Alley said...

That was such a special poem, and it reminded me of my own mom who passed away about three years ago. Your apron is a pretty, feminine one. It is a cheerful color and perfect for spring.
~Sheri at Red Rose Alley

Noelle the dreamer said...

Thank you for sharing such a beautiful sentiment! The poem was lovely and yes, aprons are very much part of a real woman's life! It is the first thing I put on after getting dressed for the day and the last thing I remove before retiring!
Pearls might just be the right touch! (perhaps I will stick with pearl earrings after all though).
Just stumbled on your lovely blog and enjoying very much my visit!
Blessings to you and yours,

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