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!