Almost forgot to take off my apron.
That even sounds weird typing it.
I remember my mom and grandmothers and all the ladies in the family wearing aprons, especially for holiday dinners. Of course, that's because they were usually wearing dresses (and heels and jewelry) that they tried to keep clean. Cooking, serving, doing dishes...make sure you've got an apron on!
I'm sure I wore one as a youngster, on occasion, too. I think I've recently seen a photo of us making homemade Christmas cookies. Flour? Frosting? Don't get any on your clothes!
But as an adult, I rarely feel the need to wear one. Either I'm wearing clothes that can handle a little hand wiping, or I'm just not doing anything...in the kitchen. (I'm not really much of a cook. Some might call that an understatement.)
But today I put it on while I washed a sinkful of dishes (the ones that don't go in the dishwasher). I left it on as my teen son and I made an apple pie from scratch. (Well, we used ready-made refrigerated crusts, but peeled and sliced actual apples!) Then I kept wearing it as I got some chicken breasts ready for the oven and as I cleaned up the kitchen after dinner.
It must be some sort of nostalgia thing. I just feel like one of the "grown-up women" when I put on an apron. Like a traditional wife and mother. Like playing "dress-up."
Last year I did take a few aprons off my mom's hands. The old-fashioned kind that tie around the waist, nice gingham checks, a little embroidery, even a tiny pocket (for what, I'm not sure). Just like Grandma used to wear.
Today, however, I used one I've had for ages, more utilitarian, with a particular adult beverage brand name featured prominently--a freebie from working in a beer tent years ago. Don't want to rush into this domestic goddess role too completely too quickly.
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