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)

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