Aprons. The only person I know who ever wore an apron was my grandmother. She not only wore one every time she cooked, she also handmade two aprons and gave them to me in my very early teens. And, you know, it’s odd, but although I never wore those aprons, they always meant a great deal to me. It wasn’t just that my grandmother made them for me, it was something else. They seemed so….domestic. Yes, that’s the word. As old-fashioned as that sounds, those aprons hinted that I would have my own home one day. They were a promise of things to come.
The things did come, but I never wore those aprons. I did, however, pass them along to both of my daughters. They do wear them. They think the aprons are “cute” and “fun” to wear. Go figure.
Then the other day I logged into Amazon and what should pop up on the very first page but an apron. And a really cute apron at that! This is an apron that I might just wear (maybe – if I could get rid of apron-wearing images of June Cleaver or Alice on the Brady Bunch). I couldn’t resist clicking on the image and I found out the name of this particular apron is called a “Flirty Aprons Women’s Original Apron, Aqua Damask” and it comes in a variety of styles and colors.
The same company also makes a Flirty Aprons Women’s Marilyn, Sugar n’ Spice. How cute is this? >>>>
As I clicked my way around the site, I found several other companies making adorable aprons.
<<<<Check out this Jessie Steele Parisian Toile Bib Josephine Apron. I mean, really, is that adorable or what?
These flirty and fantastic aprons are messing with my mind. My images of aprons are crumbling. There’s no way you’d catch June or Alice in either one of these little numbers! They give cooking in the kitchen a whole new meaning.