I'd like you to meet a part of my private A-team, sons in aprons.
When Ilva asked to show us your apron I thought I shouldn't participate. My aprons are very efficient but booooooring! I never used to wear an apron and I have plenty of ruined clothes to prove that that is not a wise thing to do. Lately my sons have adopted the habit from their Dad to don an apron when we have hazardous foods for dinner. So, the moment I untie my apron they will tie it on and I find myself at the dining table surrounded by men in ties enjoying their pasta.
The funny thing is, when I rummaged through my kitchen cabinets and made the picture it struck me that aprons are a real memory vehicle! Who would have thought that? And I am not the only one, I've read a touching story here , a funny story here and here as well and there are lots more I'm sure. You'll find them at Ilva's round-up.
My stories: the blue and white apron on the left was the first one I bought when my mom and I visited London on a mum and daughter weekend. Memories! The boy on the right hand side was a toddler and the twins on the left...not even a thought.
The yellow one in the middle is an apron DH got as a farewell gift when changing jobs. His co-workers wrote some funny stuff all over the apron, one very wise advice: "When in doubt, add more wine!"
The green one is the one my husband presented me with when he found me in tears, crying over a favourite shirt, ruined by fat splatters. It's big, it's long and it covers almost all of me!
My last one: a real baker's outfit, blue and white checkers....a present from Tanna and Sue when they were visiting Holland and got wild in our local cook store! Sweet thoughts, again!
Ilva, they are not as pretty as some of the aprons I've seen but here they are, filled with memories.