Did you know that I have a thing for aprons? Not only do I collect aprons, I also love to wear them. I have acquired quite a collection over the years. If you happen to knock at my door in the evening, chances are, you will find me wearing an apron whilst preparing dinner.
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| An apron always hangs on this hook on the side of my kitchen hutch. The one pictured here with the Eiffel tower print is the latest addition to my collection. It 's a birthday gift from a dear friend who apparently knows me very well! |
I thought it would be fun to show you a few of my favourite aprons in my collection.
This is a waist apron (or half apron) from Laura Ashley. I love the floral print and soft blue color!
The one on the left is a Jessie Steele red/white polka-dot bib apron. The half-apron on the right was a thoughtful gift from a friend who visited Disney Land Park in California and knew how much I would appreciate it!
I love the darling ruffle detail and the Minnie Mouse applique on the front pocket!
This pretty Cath Kidston half apron came all the way across the pond!
This apron holds a special place in my heart. It was handmade by one of my friends! Isn't it beautiful?
Look at the detail of the pocket here! So much work and love went into the making of this apron. That is why I treasure it so!
Last but not least, is this vintage little half apron. I love how dainty it looks. My mother bought this one for me a couple of years ago on one of our thrift shop outings together.
Although I adore the delightful half aprons, I don't wear them nearly as much. When I cook, I like to cover up, so I always reach for a bib apron, as it offers more coverage!
Here's a sweet apron poem I found online...
Mother's Apron
It hangs there on the kitchen wall,
A tattered apron, that is all,
But there is something I recall,
The love when Mother wore it.
From early morn 'till setting sun,
Her work, it seems, was never done,
Us children kept her on the run,
That apron, I adore it.
It tells of when I tried to flee,
When chased by angry bumble bees,
And then my Mother rescued me,
And in the process tore it.
It tells of when I stayed home ill,
With burning fever, then a chill,
And on her apron, tonic spilled,
Because I tried to pour it.
My mother had no fancy clothes,
With satin ribbons, lace or bows,
But in that apron love she showed,
And we could not ignore it.
And now it hangs upon the wall,
What looked so large, appears so small,
A mem'ry since I learned to crawl,
I know now why she wore it.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
Do any of you collect aprons, too? Do you wear an apron when you cook? Or do you wear one all the time? Maybe you don't like aprons at all! I'd love to know. Leave me your comments below!
Keep cozy and enjoy the rest of your week! xo
