Sunday, July 23, 2017
My favorite things 30
One Christmas many years ago, I opened this gift from my mother:
With the exception of the no-frills pink apron at left, all of the others show quite a bit of clever handwork and design -- the trim element also was functional.
The red apron shows the most signs of wear -- the black stitches on the pocket are worn away in many places. This was my mother's apron, and I remember her wearing it a lot. The ones that I think belonged to me and my sister are in much better shape. I don't think we ever shirked our kitchen chores, but we are of the generation that started shirking the aprons. Today I'd be amazed to meet women under 35 with aprons in their regular clothes rotation, and I'd bet real money that if there were any, their aprons wouldn't be cross-stitched gingham.