Friday, January 9, 2009

I wear an apron

I wear an apron.
I do so mainly because I've stained too many shirts with grease splatters.
But I also wear an apron because it makes me feel "home-maker-y". (I just made up that word. I don't think that's in the dictionary.)
I like how when I'm tying it on (no, I'm not drinking...) I feel like I'm ready to tackle my kitchen work. It's like my kitchen uniform.
When I wear my apron, I feel womanly, motherly--like I am enjoying some connection with homemakers of days gone by.
I wipe my hands on my apron and I don't worry about splashes or splatters or spills.
I'm covered--I've got my apron!

1 comment:

  1. I don't think our kids know what an apron is.

    The principal use of Grandma's apron
    was to protect the dress underneath, because she only had a few, it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used less material, but along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.

    It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.

    From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes
    half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.

    When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.

    And when the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms.

    Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.

    Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.

    From the garden, it carried all sorts of
    vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.

    In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.

    When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron
    could dust in a matter of seconds.

    When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men knew it
    was time to come in from the fields to dinner.

    It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that ' old-time
    apron' that served so many purposes.

    Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool.

    Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.

    They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron.

    I don't think I ever caught anything from an apron.

    I didn't write this on my own, Melissa, but I love it! And I thought of you :)


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